The stunned changeling fell unremarked. The one holding the firearm scratched its chitinous head, turning the metallic object over and over. "Kt-chss l'vorre?" It chittered.
Another changeling with a green streak running through its frills gestured for the object, "Hesh-chtt, krr-g'kt" it commented matter-of-factly, grinning as it slipped the gun over its hoof.
The largest of the four remaining 'lings barked an order, causing the smallest of the shape-shifters to scurry off in another direction. The remaining three turned to face the gathered ponies below, as twelve more of their flying brethren joined them and began to glow with an uncanny green light.
"Oh shi–"