Bolt's eyes widened and flashed orange. "Uh...uh...um...magica spasm." He sad, his eyes darting from side to side.
"Bolt, don't lie to me." she begged. Brisk slid off Narrow before they got there. "You don't need to race. We can wait."
"The power hungry Ignis Daemon inside of me tried to break out. It was repressed." Bolt said. He lifted up the gauntlets to show Flitter the seal (black version of the mark on my Avatar's head) that kept the demon in him. "Nothing to- w-worry abut." He said, through sharp pains in his hoof.
Bolt's horn was glowing blue. He sent a telepathic message to Leaf. "You proud of that pun? Because it was lame." He said to Leaf, his horn dimming.
"Let's talk. How's everything with you?" she asked, keeping her tone light. Flitter shook her head and kissed his forehead. "I just hope you know what your doing."
Bolt stood up. "This is what the demon lets me do when under my control." Bolt said. He cloaked himself in a fire shield and sent the arm out, punching over a tree. "This too...Flame Coffin!" He said, sending out a column of fire that wrapped around the dead Unicorn's body, lifting it in the air. "Flame Burial!" He yelled, the coffin of fire crunching the Unicorn and exploding.
"Yes...but when I do things like that I'm very vulnerable to close-combat attacks." Bolt told her. "So...you got any crazy powers, or are we gonna go back to doing this?" Bolt said, his mane half-and-half once more
Bolt's mane fell down when Flitter's eyes closed. It was a surprisingly hard state to keep. He watched closely, but also took in the world around him.
The shadows drew to her, whispering, hushed, about secrets of the pass. They gathered, festered, until she was completely obscured, the shadows whipping around, creating a breeze that stirred her mane.
