"Not at all her fault, but she has episodes where she craves adrenaline in the worst way. She accidentally gained her cutie mark a few years ago after taping her wings down and jumping off a zeppelin."
He chuckled. "Is that all? I suppose the worst we'll have to worry about is Nightshade enabling her. My girl is a bit of thrill-seeker, too. She's also hotheaded and too damn impulsive for her own good. It's why she's not a Night Guard anymore."
"By the way, Silver. I caught wind of a possible combat tournament in the near future. Do you know anything of this?"
"It will take more than just one pony to kill me," Silver said calmly. "I look forward to feeding you those words."
"You underestimate me. In the end, like all who step up to me, pony, griffon or Ursa Major, you will-" Azrael was cut off when Asmo burst in the door. Asmo put on a bad impression of Azrael's voice. "Rest.. in... PEEEEAAAACE! Dark, edgy, spooky, all that garbage."
"The moment is ruined," Silver lamented. "But it would have been absolutely terrifying, I assure you."
"Okay, fine." Silver shrugged, and began a rather flat recitation. "Do not presume to challenge me, child. I have seen your like many times, and I have crushed them all. Countless foes have fallen to my blades, and countless more shall fall before I am granted my rest. I am Silver Crescent, Knight of the Lunar Order. Know my name, and die cursing it!" He sipped his whiskey. "It works better when I've already taken down a few of their comrades."
Azrael couldn't help but chuckle. "At least you're honest. I can't remember who I took Rest in Peace from."
Silver nodded. "At this point, I can't even remember how many I've fought, much less who they were or what they said."
