"Nah." Narrowleaf lied. "...Just get it over with. The Order just told me to make these apararions, anyways."
(Twirls mustache.* They will probably be back, but, you never know.) Blast growled. "Back. Get back!" she said, wielding a microphone at the hulking member of the Order. (We got a musical pony.) Rainn cowered, her eyes wide in fear. A loud crack came from behind her, and she shot in the air, and shrieked. "N-No!" She kicked out, and a loud squeal came from the member of the order. Heart pounding, she flew, quickly, her red mane flowing behind her. She ducked as a large changeling, pouncing at her. She flipped in midair, and kept going (And we have an acrobatic one.)
Narrowleaf's free will snapped back to him. Dropplets of his blood returned to him, forming a large black blade.
Another changeling lunged, and Rainn fell. Her wings spread desperately, and she slowed her fall, landing between the two ponies. Blast hit the pony on the head, and ran.
"Ow!! That hurts!" Narrowleaf cried. "I'm on your side, ya stupid mare!" He paused. "I'm s-sorry for sayin' that."
(Sorry, Narrow, Blast is in town. I meant to say changeling, but said pony.) Rainn nervously backed away. "I'm.. I'm so sorry." she said.
Rainn opened her mouth to reply, when a changeling came up behind her. Her ears twitched, and she flipped over it. The changeling turned, but she closed her eyes, and kicked it. Trembling, she flew into the air, terrified.
"Me? No.. Luckily." she said, shaking her head. Blast ran in the field to the three ponies. "Excuse me, but are you real?" she asked them.