>>25249304"Because, you old buzzard, you forgot what ponies are good at."
>you stand up, out of your chair, and count off on your fingers as you talk"Ponies are not good at holding spears, though they are strong enough to make a good defense if they must."
"Ponies are not good at forcing an opponent to earth or clipping their enemies' wings."
"Ponies are not good at firing bolts of fire or lightning to strike down their enemies."
>your smile turns cruel as you bring the logic to bear on him"Ponies are good at surviving, at living on little and making do with what they have."
you point at the farmlands, now plowed over and barren, and the larders emptied and brought to secured locations
"Ponies are good at protecting themselves, through stealth or shielding or simple self-awareness."
>you point to Canterlot Castle, an already well-fortified location that could be shielded even by a small team of inexperienced unicorns in shifts"Ponies are fast fliers and fast talkers."
>you point to a place beyond the Badlands>it reads 'Here There Be Dragons'"They control the weather, the land, and the world around them, albeit peacefully."
>you round on him, a sharpness in your voice as your diatribe reaches its crescendo 
