The animals stay where they are, growling in spite of themselves. Discord, for his part, keeps his fingers poised in snap position, though he chuckles in what appears to be a mostly good natured manner.

"I am Discord. Someone got up on the right side of the bed this morning," he chortles. "And now its your turn. See how fun this is?"

For all of his act, he's already seen what those metal beasts the humans called 'guns' could do, and he has no intention of giving her a free shot if he can help it. Two of the fluffier dogs close in on either side of Discord.

"I don't have to hurt you, you know. Just like you don't have to make an incredibly unintelligent decision with that death stick of your's!"