"Perhaps, but I would also realize that not all Diamond Dogs are alike." She then said something that she would later realize was exactly the wrong thing to say. "Of course, I would never allow myself to be violated, because I am strong enough to fight back. You were made stronger by your experience, were you not? Perhaps you should learn to appreciate the gift given to you."
He shot her a death glare. "I spent thirty years, mind raped, control ripped from my hooves, killing and maiming ponies who did not deserve harm. I was destroyed by said experience. You have to the count of three to rephrase that. One."
(Eh, what the hell. A little conflict never hurt an RP.) "And I am sorry that that happened to you, but it wasn't me or any of my friends that did it! You really think you're the only one who's ever suffered? The past is in the past! Let it go!" Her wings glowed more brightly. She was preparing to strike the instant he made a move.
Azrael continued to glare. "Two." "Just take it back," Asmo said seriously. "He's very clearly not thinking straight." Raven walked up to the group with a frown. "Nighty, hon, maybe we should just go." "On it." Maya perched herself up on the counter, ready to make a dive at whoever Asmo didn't restrain if *squee!* hit the fan, and possibly make Azrael take time off.
One thing that Nightshade had in common with her father, aside from stubbornness, was an intense dislike of being threatened. Now, faced with a pony just as dangerous and unyielding as she was, she found herself unable to think rationally. Silver put a hoof on Raven's shoulder, gently pulling her away. "Stay back. Please. She is not herself when she is like this." Nightshade returned Azrael's glare. An odd, savage smile appeared on her face as she finished the count for him. "Three." In an instant, she tossed the table between them aside and dove for the undead stallion.
Raven frowned. "But..." Before Asmo or Maya could react, or even blink, Azrael shot his hoof forward in an effort to stop her by grabbing her throat.
Nightshade, still grinning, snarled and clapped her hooves on his ears; a move meant to cause intense pain by shattering the eardrums. With his hoof still on her throat, she brought her hind legs up and aimed a vicious kick at his groin.
He took both blows and stumbled back, letting her go, much more bothered by the blows to his sensitive ears. Asmo raised a tentacle from the ground and quickly snapped Azrael's horn off, goading an annoyed grunt. Maya leapt straight at Nightshade from the counter, trying to tackle her. Raven's eyes widened. "What the actual *squee!* is going on?!"
Nightshade shrugged off Maya's tackle as though the older pony was a filly, and charged at Az again. Though she was smiling broadly, her eyes were oddly blank and emotionless. She was a trained killer, and she wasn't going to stop until one of them was dead. Silver grabbed Raven and pulled her behind the cover of the bar, then went to help Maya and Asmo. "We must get them outside. If you value your bar... if you value everypony's lives... we need to get those two out of here."
"You're damn right we do!" Maya charged Nightshade from the side, the hulk-like pegasus coming in with the force of a speeding SUV, hoping to ram her. Azrael turned his attention to Asmo and straight-up chokeslammed the heavy abomination, dropping him hard, cracking the floor. The sound of broken bone sounded, and Asmo stopped moving. Dusty levitated several strange potions from behind the bar and stood up. He calmly spoke, "These may restrain them."
Blackened couldn't help but notice the conflict going on, but decided not to pay too much attention and continued eating his bowl of curry.
