a decent descent

[multaekappae]

 Universal understanding. Could a pony even conceive of such a thing? To comprehend the movements, the subtle unconscious expressions, the very psychic residue ponykind gave off without thinking. They spoke volumes, screamed their identities out at incredible volumes, simply by existing. Agent 4-13 ducked under the pegasus's counter-feint, careful to move just slowly enough that the pony turned to follow the motion as the changeling shifted to mimic him. One last doppelganger.

"Well well well, I must say that your obvious self-loathing is unprecedented..." 13 tilted his head, popping a neck joint as the gray stallion had done earlier, taking slow deliberate movements to match the pegasus's stance, his slight... 'Oh, that was interesting.' The changeling noted that the pony had seen his mirrored stance and shored up his open left flank slightly.

'Are you watching, commander? Cracks and shards, you had better be... because this isn't a trick I can accomplish twice.' The drone allowed himself the briefest of shudders before charging, wings raised and one lip pulled back in a sneer. There couldn't be any holding back, not if this was to be of any benefit to the hive...