"I'm familiar with it. Similar to the Earth Pony styles, but with greater emphasis on speed and agility, right?"
"Sort of. Obviously I'm not able to run extremely fast, I'm... well, four hundred *squee!*ing pounds. I've had to modify my personal style to compensate. But in close quarters I can reach out and yank you into a hold before you have a chance to blink."
"Well... maybe not me, but I get your point. Whispering Wing focuses on fast, precision strikes. A quick strike to a pressure point, done properly, can do as much damage as any Earth Pony kick."
Saber scootched over in her booth and patted the seat nexto her. "I keep falling asleep. All this stuff has tired me out."
Nightshade nodded. "Okay, but only because I know you can take it. Sorry in advance for the bit of godmodding I'll have to do." In a flash, she vaulted over the bar and dove underneath the larger pony. Her wingtips glowed as she used them to strike Azreal's rib cage, launching him into the ceiling, which cracked as he struck. Nightshade winced when she saw the damage to the building. "Oooh... sorry. That was a bit too hard. I'll pay for that."
Azrael cringed as he fell back down. He managed to land on his hooves, albeit with a stumble. "I... can see how that would be useful. What in Tartarus is godmodding?"
Nightshade once again reminded herself that most ponies weren't aware of being characters in a story. "Nothing important. Just forget I mentioned it."
"Already have. Maybe I should show you something. Can you keep calm whilst unable to breathe?" Maya glanced up at the ceiling. "I really hope I can fix that..."
"The air gets thin at high altitudes. A lot of Pegasi undergo special training to deal with oxygen deprivation. So... yes. I can." She turned to Maya. "I can fix the roof, but I need your permission."
Maya nodded. "Go ahead. Right after..." Azrael grabbed his new friend and yanked her back into a gogoplata, pressing his hind leg against her throat, cutting off her air flow. He had it locked tight, no escaping through power alone. "Now you may notice you can't breathe. I'm not applying much pressure, but imagine if I was trying to kill you with this."
Nightshade grinned and lightly tapped her wingtip against Azrael's leg, indicating that she could, in fact, defend against the hold. As soon as he released her, she laughed, delighted. "Your form is excellent. You're definitely a master of the style." She glanced up at the ceiling. "It was in perfect condition and undamaged." It was in perfect condition and undamaged.
"Basic reality warping. It's not without its limits... hence the need for permission in your bar... but it is extremely useful."
Zeran glanced over. "Etheran might have slight problems with that..... something about "messing with the story", never really explained it to me. oh well. but then, they might not; like I said, I don't really understand it."
