Saber walked over, and licked him to put out a small fire. "Are you somehow related to Scoots? You taste like chicken."
Dusty walked up to Arch and healed him completely in seconds with his magic. "There. You're welcome."
Etheran frowned. "messing with time lightning while fighting dream demons? why didn't you invite me?"
I'm not sure I should come back here anymore. And no point in keeping this illusion up anymore. (With a flash changes into a Pegasus.)
(Nods) When I first fell into this Universe, I was a Pegasus due to my subconscious telling me I needed to fly. I subconsciously chose this form when I technically, died, by falling through a malfunctioning machine made portal. Then the second time I died here not ten minutes later, hit an updraft and was slammed into a thunderstorm, as I fell I changed into a form that could better contain my consciousness, an Alicorn.
"So lets just get this Bill thing over with. I want to go back to drinking my Rat Piss. I dont mean to sound insensitive, but I didnt ask for all this. None of us did, until today."
"We should just ignore Billy and have a karaoke night or sonething," Asmo suggested. "I've been here like ten minutes, and I'm already sick of all this."
Nightshade yawned. "Alright... since you're set on bringing him here, let's set some ground rules. One attack each. No leaving the bar, and keep the collateral damage to a minimum. No sense in anypony outside getting hurt over this. Now hurry up and summon him before my beer gets warm."
"I'd really rather not drag this out any more than we already are. Seriously, just summon him, or I will."
Etheran waved a hoof. "done. he should arrive in about a minute. he's set to leave 30 seconds after the last attack on him if we don't beat him."
Maya nodded. "Go ahead, Sabe. And I'll need two attacks. One for me, one for Dusty. He's not much of a fighter."
(Assuming direct control. Deal with it.) Right on cue, Bill Cipher appeared in the bar. "Hey there, ponies! What's going on? Hey, bartender, can I get a whiskey sour? I am parched!"
"Oh! Hello Etheran! What's goin' on?" Bill took a seat at the bar beside Nightshade, who acknowledged him with a nod. "So, what's the ETA on that whiskey sour?"
