Asmo tied one of his tentacles into a noose and caught him, slowly raising him away from the ground by his neck.
"Not gonna kill him, I just wanna choke him with in inches of his life!" Maya walked over to the hanging Blueblood and gave him a hard uppercut to the groin, even producing a very audible noise as her hoof cut through the air on its way. "I can read lips, dude." And then one more for good measure. "...That one's 'cause I want you to go to the hospital and say an old mare busted your baby orbs."
RepB: Oh we're playing hardball are we? (Drops the illusion around himself and steps forward towards the prince, radiating a sense of confidence, power, purpose, and above all, strangely, melancholy.) I'm not gonna kill him just show him what he has done. That is the some of the fullest extent of my authority.
"Oof...!" He was lucky that it wasn't a "light shove", as it was known. Black then continued to run in the pit, colliding with him.
Nightshade chuckled. "She hit him in the boingloings. That was amazing." The prince, now in a considerable amount of pain, struggled uselessly in Asmo's grasp. Amazingly enough, he was still trying to make demands, this time to Rep. "Back off, whatever you are! When my aunt hears of this you'll all pay dearly!"
Azrael came back and collided again moments later. ~~~~~~~ Asmo slammed Blueblood on the ground before releasing him. Dusty smirked. "She sure did."
Once again recoiling, he would run into a few other stallions who happened to be moshing at that time. It didn't stop him from simultaneously enjoying the music, which didn't seem to be dying out any time soon.
After a while, Az decided it was time to back out from the pit. He wound up with a shard of broken glass in his cheek, but aside from that, no serious injuries. Nothing he couldn't recover from.
RepB: (Chuckling softly, creating afterimages as he walks ever so slowly.) You're right, but that's only if she finds out about me. Assuming you are able to remember anything about me. At most, I'm guessing, you'll think I'm a fever dream when I'm through with you.
Black did the same, suffering minor bruises. "Well, that was fun while it lasted," he said, mildly exhausted.
Blueblood, crying tears of fear and rage, crawled slowly to his hooves. "Why?" he demanded. "What have I done to you ponies?"
"I'm still pretty upset you tried to touch my daughter a couple years ago," Maya answered. "After learning she's gay. More than once." Dusty continued, "You've mistreated pleasure ponies, and you just called my wife a *****." "You're arrogant, and somepony needs to cut you down a peg," Raven added. Asmo finished, "And I don't *squee!*in' like the way you treated Rarity!"
Nightshade's eyes narrowed. "He did what?" She turned to Rain, her voice dripping with venom. "Exactly how much damage can you heal?" Rain shrugged, sipping her drink. "Anything short of death." ********************************************************** The severity of his situation finally beginning to dawn on him, Blueblood made a sudden, desperate dash for the door.
RepB: FREEZE (His voice echoed with authority, forcing Blueblood to stop in his tracks, and ice crawled up his hooves.) You're not leaving until those in this bar have their way with you. And after they're done, its my turn. (His voice deepens to say "my turn" as the atmosphere in the room seems to grow darker.)
Maya trotted up to the frozen Blueblood and shoved one of her potions in between his teeth. It was essentially like a fast-acting LSD. Under these circumstances, he'd surely have the worst trip known to Equestria. All Nightshade would have to do is break it in his mouth.
