Enigmatic Exploit and Undeserved Gratitude

There's a proverb refering to strength, ''A stallion can do no more than he can,'' and that's what it looked like for me; for now.

Almost immediately, Discord and The Elements of HARM started saying blunt, malicious insults at me.

''Look, it appears he's wallowing in his own blood, he's not getting any pity from me,'' Discord said.

''He's a useless waste of skin,'' Midnight Shadow jeered.

''To tell you the truth, which I, normally, don't do, but, you're a talentless nopony,'' Rotten Apple mocked.

''Your teeth would make a nice necklace,'' Avaricious remarked.

''Who would care for an insipid pony, like you?,'' Bruiserfly ridiculed.

''It's funny when you're in pain,'' Pinkeye Punisher teased.

''If you can't do anything, why aren't you dead yet?,'' Acid Rain asked.

That last one blew my fuse.

I changed, instantly, my wounds healed up, rapidly, and I bolted onwards.

There were seven thumps, then, silence.