Blue Skies no longer sits silently. She stand up, walkover to Iron, and plops a revolver on top of a crate in front of Iron. She speaks with an enthusiastic malevolence.
“Alright plantation colt, I don’t think I can put this off any longer. You have dishonored and disrespected me. You have said that I have no worth or strength without a Stallion. You have made fun of the fact that I lost my homeland to social strife. You have implied that I am either entirely unfit to be a mother, or that I am infertile. Either way, you imply that I have no worth as a mare besides my role in reproduction, and you furthered implied I am not even fit for that. And you did all of this only to impress the fillie nun.
Now I know you are not well educated, so let me educate right now. I am a Nimbusian Homoioi - we Phalanxes who have driven back and defeated the armies of the Griffin Emperor for centuries, the guardian protectors of the ponies of the east. I am the descendant of a very long and very proud line of warrior mares, and an equally strong line of stallions, who are the better of any griffin knight in the line of battle. We proud mares of Nimbusia bear the strongest children, it is true, but we have more value in our sacred and ancient role as protectors of the East then a thousand worthless criminal stallions like you. I passed the above, a series of trials more daring than anything of your tribe. You, you are scarcely fit to be a helot.
I chose to risk my life early to save yours, a choice I should have known at the time was a bad one. I gave you the benefit of a doubt. And I regret that decision. But I do not intend to live with that regret. You say you are so strong? So courageous, so honorable? Then right here, right now, you and I duel to the death. Now don’t get me wrong, I am well versed in the art of subtlety. I could have just turned you over to the police, or shot you in the back. None of that will work for me. I need you to look at me, and understand that I will not accept such slander. I shall not be dishonored in such a way.
I may be the last daughter of Nimbusia. The society has allowed the helots and the unicorns into power, and ceded half its functions to foreign governments. The Pegasi of the Phalanx are no more. But if I am the last daughter of Nimbusia, I shall die proud. I shall show just just what courage and what strength a mare has.
So take that gun, and show us, do you have what it takes to be a Nimbusian Mare? Let’s duel”