Once it had become apparent that they were under attack, Wash had separated himself from the harvesters and run at the pack of Nightmares and Timberwolves head-on. He wasn't the best at fighting as a pony, but that wasn't about to stop him. He knew how to take a hit, at least. He reared, knocking an oversized die back at a Juggle Pup, then leaned forward and bucked, catching a Timberwolf square in the chest with his kick and knocking it to pieces. "Melody! Puddles! Now would be good!"

The cat and the giraffe poofed into existence when called and immediately set to work. Melody sprinted off to the side, made sure nobody important was above her, and called down a bolt of lightning on a pair of Iceguins, sending them staggering. Puddles charged himself and sprinted through a group of Timberwolves, whinnying loudly and crackling with electricity.

It was only when magic shot down from above and completely obliterated several Woeflowers that Wash looked up. Aerial support. Good. "How many are we looking at?"