“This is going to be rather boring.” A draft brute slowly speaking, giving off an air similar to a wicked woman checking her nails. His blue eyes hold nothing in their depths as he tosses his large head, flicking long strands of thick forelock out of his face. He had scented the mare leaving and then soon enough one of the new Lagoon boys follows, calling out as he heads off.


Moving forward after the male named Acid, Enigma prowls from the depths of the Lagoon towards the Peak. His nostrils flexed, drawing in the mares scent before a wicked gleam suddenly filled his eyes. Oh, this was even better. In the past he had blocked her from escaping once before. It seemed now though, she forgot or didn't care what kind of demons would be prowling behind her, begging to escape a swamp that had mostly been decent to her.


“Now, now… it's not worth running.” His voice rumbled from the darkness of the trees. Enigma had managed to arrive not long after Acid, but his entrance was a completely different kind of nasty. With it, his blue eyes twinkled in the moonlight before his eighteen hand frame pushed into view of everyone here. “What do you think you're doing…. ‘little flower’?” An old phrase he had used on her, marking a brief meeting ages ago.


Flicking his gaze over the other mare though, Enigma took in the older Peak woman. He scanned her, noted things, then acted she was like nothing more than a stone under one of his large white hooves. Facing the child this time around, Enigma’s face lightly twisted. “As I have said before Pandemonium… we can do this the easy way or the hard way… and this time you chose the hard way.”