Asmo retracted his tentacles just before the patchwork reached them. "Any chance he'll live?" he asked.
Stuffy's imagination turned to black as the stallion died, and they all woke up. They find that the creature was no longer there.
"Heheheh." Stuffy laughed tiredly, then walked over to Asmodeus. "N-Nice fighting." She said, then fell and passed out.
Dusty and Maya decided to check the throne room for threats, while Asmo waited for Stuffy to wake up. He took on the form of that cat.
"Good. Let's go." Asmo made his way to the throne room to find shelves containing thousands of large crystals.
"They're soul fragments..." Asmo walked up to one as if he were drawn to it, and picked it up. Just then, a familiar stallion staggered in. He had numerous open wounds, and his cloak was shredded, revealing a coffin cutie mark. He limped right up to Stuffy and bowed to her. Maya and Dusty were watching from opposite sides of the room.
"GAH! You're supposed to dead!" Stuffy flailed and karate kicked him to the near other side of the room.
He got up after a minute of struggling. "...I should be dead. I don't know why I survived." He hacked up more formaldehyde. "You are the superior warrior. I've bested changelings, alicorns, and ursa minors in the past, but I can't best you. In my defeat, I'm no longer bound to this city. My spirit is yours to command, and my life is in your paws."
He turned and slowly stumbled away. Dusty had been holding the urn in his magic the entire time, while Asmo was still focused on that crystal.
