"I.. don't know. We have to wait and see." she said, levitating the box over to herself. Hums, and rattles came from it.
Narrowleaf's flesh turned to ink. "I'll be ready if something happens." He said, getting used to the sludge that replaced his hooves.
"Go." murmured Flitter, horn glowing. Brisk flipped it open, and a giant... ball of dark flew out of the box.
"No! No! Don't think of scary!" But it was too late. A giant deformed clown appeared, giggling maniacally.
"It's not real, Narrow!" Flitter said, standing. "It's all different to each one of us!" added Brisk.
"Oh..." Narrowleaf mumbled. He transforned into a suit of armor, then hopped on Brisk. "Kill it! I don't want to look at it!"
"Oh." she said, nodding, and shooting. The red and blue bolts from their horns intertwined right as they hit the black thing.
A demonic humannoid burst from the armor, cackling. "Lemmie help you gals out!" He snarled, slashing at the orb with massive claws. "DIEDIEDIE!!!"
"There's a lot you don't tell me." Brisk muttered. She charged, and stuck her horn into it. It lurched with a shock.
Bolt stood there, puzzled. "Well then...I guess this is supposed to happen. Flitter...I'm just going to watch. But if it helps...You're the only pony more powerful than me, and as the rules go, the inferior help their masters. Tell me if you need me." He told her, standing next to her.
"MUST...CONSUME..." Narrowleaf grunted, sending thousands of tounges at the orb. "C-CONSUME...!" He was now pulling the orb using the ink pillars.
