Okay, that didn't sound right. Sticking his head out of the window and looking down, he saw a dirty looking stallion glaring at the mare he had saved this morning, with a changeling directly beneath his window. "The kind that doesn't like noisy bitches mouthing off," the stallion snapped, holding a pocket knife with his dirty grey magic. "Now get the fuck out of my way or else. Because there's only one of you and a whole lot more of me and my ponies. So be a buggy fucker somewhere else and let us do some work to make them goddess proud." 