Without any warning, Blackout picked up a barstool and telekinetically launched it at Mat. The air cracked in a sonic boom as the heavy piece of furniture sped towards his head.
Mat's cutie mark glowed as he quickly held a hoof back, catching the barstool. He took a look back at Blackout, his eyes once again radiating a bit of red, before putting the stool back down, turning back to Dusty. Mat stares at Dusty, "... No... course not... but... you look me in the eye and tell me that the old me would've been able to protect those that I need to protect from whatever could happen. That the old me would've been able to do that. This... this is better for everything."
Blackout raised an eyebrow, pulled out a small notepad and pen, and began writing. Cricket shook her head. "That was a very blackhearted thing to do. Don't turn into him. Please." He grunted, slightly annoyed, and continued writing.
"If that's what you wish, I can't stop you. But I hope you learn not to be reckless." Maya rolled her eyes. "You're lucky I'm a chill owner, Blackout. Please don't do that again, though."
Mat looks at Dusty, as his eyes stop radiating and his cutie mark stops glowing as well, "... Can't guarantee that... but I can promise you, after the one fight with Az... I won't ask for another. I just want the one, that's it."
Maya asked me to stop with the random magic, else that notepad would be a banana or something else, and your notes would be gone, Blackout. That'd be my retribution for assaulting an innocent party, without probable cause
Mat rubs his forehead with a hoof, "... Asmo is right, I just went over it. Simply, because I want to fight him."
"Not sure I caught that," Maya joked, smirking at Asmo. "Could you go over it all again, but slower?" Asmo frowned. "FFFFFF- If I wasn't sure you'd kick my ass..."
Mat looks at Asmo, "You sure? It has that rolling credits thing too, where they slide up the screen."
