“I feel… like I have so much power now!” said Twilight. “So much… Princess Power!” Her horn glowed a bright purple, as did the chairs used to torture them. They rose with an unnatural force, controlled entirely by her will. From the floor, Drakkon remained helpless as they continuously pelted him.

It didn’t hurt. It felt more like a child trying to strike an adult. The mere audacity that she thought it’d take him out damaged his pride more than she’d ever do to his body.

- LetterSequence Round 3