_The Mane leader chuckles._
Mane leader: Stand down, soldier. There's no need for that. After all, we wouldn't want to appear _rash,_ now would we?
_The Guard nods, then swallows the energy from her breath weapon, wincing from the backblast of the canceled attack sending smoke from her nostrils._
Mane leader: Now, good sir, we aren't about to come to blows. After all, we joined your cause with promises of redemption. Why would we ever betray such a promise? Absolution: all our crimes that we refused to be purged of,