Enigmatic Exploit and Undeserved Gratitude

There's a well-liked proverb regarding success, ''Stallion learns little from success,'' and that's what Discord is, hopefully, going to realise. Right after the sounds of ponies hitting the stony ground.

Discord said with a voice, seeping with overconfidence, ''Now, since those wretched ponies are out for the count, I'll descend Equestria into chaos,'' it was at that point in time, that I needed to act.

''I hardly think so!'' I shouted.

Discord, quite startled, asked, nervously, ''Who's out there?'' I ran inside.

When Discord saw me he burst into fits of laughter, ''But . . . I mean, you're just the blandest pony I've ever seen,'' Discord said, finally catching his breath.

''My appearance is irrelevant to why I'm here,'' I began. ''I'm here, in case, they couldn't stop you.''

''And what makes you think you can?'' Discord asked, sneeringly.

''There's more than meets the eye,'' I said.

''Oh please, I've heard enough trivial phrases, for all the other ways you could've put it-''

''Let's just get on with it!'' I demanded.

''Oh dear, sorry about that,'' Discord said, who had taken it, confusingly, well.

''But before you have the honor of fighting me, I'm going to put you to the test,'' Discord said.

A test, I thought, what type of test?

''Because now, I would like to introduce you to my little fiends,'' Discord concluded.

And before I could ask, he started using his diabolical magic on the six ponies lying on the cave floor.