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But he wasn’t alone. Emerging next to Firelight and Stellar, Mistmane stood with a steadfast glare in her eyes. The elderly mare, with mane like a flowing brook, turned to the ponies on her right. They turned right on back, witnessing the Element of Beauty flash them a small but comforting smile. One that spoke volumes. One that needed not a word to know.
Help had arrived.
Pressing forward, Mistmane’s horn shimmered a bright, alluring gray, and her magic made its threat known to the beast. She ripped out hulking boulders and slabs of earth from the ground, creating a vast array of tremendous rocks above her head. She continued onward, only gaining more and more, both from the ground and from Methuselah’s ferocious devastation. It was only after she reached Rockhoof did the ponies of Sire’s Hollow realize what she was doing.
By then, it all made sense. They watched on in awe and wonder as the strength of Rockhoof was unmatched, unbeaten, as he drove his shovel into the rocks Mistmane held out for him. He struck them with enough force to send them hurtling across the sky, flying so far and so high that they managed to reach their target with shocking precision.
Each boulder struck the pale white eye of Methuselah. They struck his horns, his skull, and earned the Titan’s fury with a bellowing roar in return. He ceased his destruction and turned to the disturbance.
Rockhoof and Mistmane stood before him. Not once backing down. Never turning away so the innocent could suffer from their absence. They stood tall as they once did in the days of old, protecting the land against the forces of darkness that threatened its peace. Today, however, the days of old returned with a vengeance, bringing with it a god
And so, they charged the God of Old, Methuselah meeting their valor with his rage.
Rockhoof & Mistmane © Hasbro
Methuselah © Legendary
But he wasn’t alone. Emerging next to Firelight and Stellar, Mistmane stood with a steadfast glare in her eyes. The elderly mare, with mane like a flowing brook, turned to the ponies on her right. They turned right on back, witnessing the Element of Beauty flash them a small but comforting smile. One that spoke volumes. One that needed not a word to know.
Help had arrived.
Pressing forward, Mistmane’s horn shimmered a bright, alluring gray, and her magic made its threat known to the beast. She ripped out hulking boulders and slabs of earth from the ground, creating a vast array of tremendous rocks above her head. She continued onward, only gaining more and more, both from the ground and from Methuselah’s ferocious devastation. It was only after she reached Rockhoof did the ponies of Sire’s Hollow realize what she was doing.
By then, it all made sense. They watched on in awe and wonder as the strength of Rockhoof was unmatched, unbeaten, as he drove his shovel into the rocks Mistmane held out for him. He struck them with enough force to send them hurtling across the sky, flying so far and so high that they managed to reach their target with shocking precision.
Each boulder struck the pale white eye of Methuselah. They struck his horns, his skull, and earned the Titan’s fury with a bellowing roar in return. He ceased his destruction and turned to the disturbance.
Rockhoof and Mistmane stood before him. Not once backing down. Never turning away so the innocent could suffer from their absence. They stood tall as they once did in the days of old, protecting the land against the forces of darkness that threatened its peace. Today, however, the days of old returned with a vengeance, bringing with it a god
And so, they charged the God of Old, Methuselah meeting their valor with his rage.
Rockhoof & Mistmane © Hasbro
Methuselah © Legendary
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