If a pony could catch on fire, the male pony would've been the first to do that. It looked like fumes were coming out of his head from how angry he looked.

He kicked the now-faded weapon, which, he actually kicked snow because the weapon was faded.

"Augghhh! Stupid mutt! You'll pay!!" The male cried in anger. He aimed himself for the husky with a giant leap. His hooves were in a fisting motion, and he was going to knock out Looka! At least, that's what he had planned.

Looka jumped out of the way. Instead of Looka running away, she knew what had to be done.

From my viewing point, I could see something that was shining through the male pony... It looked as if it were a shard? A shard of what? Wait, was that...
It couldn't be...
But it had to be...

He was poisoned. That shard was the only thing that kept him alive. That shard had poisoned his whole body, and only the shard controlled him. The pony that he once was, was no longer. It was just poison. He had to be taken out... There was no other way... And, trust me, if there was... It would have been done a long time ago.

Could Looka also see the shard? She had to... I couldn't be the only one.

Looka bared her fangs as she spotted the shard. Her eyes went soft as she remembered the memories. Even though they weren't so great, they were still memories. She sighed at remembering, but focused herself back to the shard. She knew what had to be done, and she was going to do it.

She backed up a few paces, and then she ran at full speed. Her target still was in the air, his back faced to hers...

She leaped up.