Retcon, the second

Who's a dumbass? I am!

I actually forgot the purpose of one of my own subplots, and wrote a scene that totally drove the plot into a wall.

The Spike scene during the last chapter never happened, and instead there's a new version. For those who don't want to reread the chapter, I'll post the changed part below:

Spike and his changeling friends sat on one of the bigger plazas of the black city. Of course Plaza in this case meant a large round room. It was roughly twenty meters in diameter, with new looking breakthroughs leading away from it on all sides. The ceiling was taken up by the biggest firefly lantern that Spike had ever seen, and the erratic flight of the brightly shining bugs gave the place a strangely unreal feeling.

Along the walls, merchants had built their stalls, but since they were empty, Spike guessed it was night time. It was hard to tell with several ceilings, and half a mountain between him and the sky.

“Okay, people, we’ve been banned from all bars, most of the donut shops, two bowling alleys and half an opera (the left half). What do we do now?” he asked his companions. He usually wasn’t one for continued mischief, but being used as living ammunition tends to bring out the worst in even the nicest dragon.

The changelings looked at each other, but only got stumped expressions as an answer. After a while they all turned to Spike and shrugged.

The little purple dragon, meanwhile had stricken a thinkers pose, and furrowed his brow.

“Hmmm...” he hummed, causing the changelings to lean in further.

“Hrgmmmm...” he cleared his throat. If the changelings had leaned any closer, they would have lost their balance.

“I’ve got nothing,” Spike finally said. Three changelings found themselves lying on the ground.

After they dragged themselves back on their feet, the changelings exchanged conspiratorial glances.

Spike looked at them somewhat concerned.

“Erm, guys? Is something wrong?” he asked, slowly backing away from the changelings who were forming a circle around him.

With a devious grin on their face, they grabbed the purple dragon.

“Hey what’s the big idea?” he shouted.

Spike tried to fight them off, but razor sharp claws and a bite that can crush diamonds, only can even the odds so much, and a slightly chubby baby dragon against four trained Changeling guards was an uneven fight if there ever was one.

With some dread, he felt some form of cloth being pulled over his head, effectively blinding him, and sealing his mouth shut.

He could do nothing but squirm as the changelings dragged him away.