He stopped before Celestria actually passed out, letting her lie in a blissful state for a while before she finally succumbed to exhaustion. A touch of magic to clean and redress her, and then another for himself, before he teleported her into her bed. He then relaxed for a short while, before teleporting himself to the city, only to roll his eyes before glaring toward the sky, making another mental note about having a talk with Fate later. That she was polite enough to wait until he got back was the reason it was a talk and not a smacking. He sighed, and debated letting the mortals deal with it, but they would take too long to mobilize, and the damage would be done. He shook his head, he had put too much into getting this place to happen to let some damn straggler screw it up, and would eventually tell the others about it later. Like tomorrow morning<br/><br/>He sighed, and then began using his spells to slow, the ground under them turning to mud, and then hardening, even as he teleported into the road ahead of them. "Gentlemen, this can go one of three ways. First is you TRY to distract me and die, the second is you TRY to attack me and die, and the third is you surrender. The surroundings are protected, and I have also made it so none outside of us can see or hear what is happening. I honestly hope you try number one or two."