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Sandy greedily gulped down air, only to get it stomped right out of his lungs. This just wasn't his night. He lay on the ground, panting for breath as the precious oxygen started to clear his swirling head. Too slowly, those...whatever the hay they were weren't about to give him a break. He shakily propped himself up with a foreleg, and furrowed his brow as his horn sparked and popped. His last two daggers wiggled in their sheaths as he strained for the magic, before finally popping free. "Not...*cough cough*...not tonight y'don't..." he coughed out, his daggers hovering in front of him for defense. "Not without *cough* a fight anyhow..."

"Have fun little pony," The voice said chuckling. "Anyways, you two, when you're done with him, ya know where to meet me." And with that it was presumed that unknown fella was gone, leaving Sandy with the other two.

And so they began their assault on Sandy, savvy enough to kick his horn to keep him from using his magic, several times. Sandy, if he managed to survive, would likely find himself at the Medical bay, the extent of his injuries is up to ye.

But then from out of nowhere really, since it was near pitch black and all, yadda yadda, a swoosh noise appeared as it sounded to make a thumping contact with one of the other whatevers in this here alley. What followed were the sounds of combat, and lots if flinging into walls, as the other whatever was yoinked away from beating up Sandy. Whatever was happening in the dark seemed to involve a third presence. Sandy had some basic choices here, run, or stay for whatever reason. I'd go with limp away, but that's because run isn't a realistic option. ;D