by Piefan » Fri Nov 14, 2014 4:24 am
Noteworthy scowled, watching them. "Still here, you know!" he called. He had changed considerably throughout the Games, and now he was no longer afraid to see somepony die. Those who he knew, however... His horn glowed as he levitated the whip from her grip. "Why in Tartarus would they even have these weapons here?" He didn't attack, though, instead using as much magic as he could to fling the weapon away.
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