The plan had been planned out, Discord would enchant them with some extra abilities and they’d throw snowballs at them, of course, Discord always the trickster made them at first spaghetti-like, with bouncing physics out of the kazoo, them sliding all over, and almost flying. Then another half a dozen tricks involving sneezing out everything from half a candle, to tied ropes.
When they finally finished up the magic act and were ready they threw the snowballs.
“Success” - they clambered, unaware of the CMC, intentions
They had followed them, half worried they were replaced by changelings, half bent on revenge, only the second half was more like 99 percent of the reason.
Scootaloo glided gently down the snow, she would be noticed in no time, if Discord wasn’t arguing with Diamond Tiara over the value of her wish, why they hadn’t sent Sweetie, who would blend in better, was somewhat of a question they didn’t have an answer for, it had been decided, and she had volunteered.
She observed the enemies, pissing of a god-like entity was going to be fun, but also incredibly dangerous, she lined up her shot. A perfectly formed, round, snow, ball like shaped, snowball. She aimed it, unsure of who to hit, Discord would be the obvious choice, but that’d leave Silver and Diamond to run away. She trusted AB and Sweetie to be in their positions by now, she took aim and it flew.
A soft “Swiish” sound was heard as it went, flying in an arc straight to his head. It boiled down in heat, red, and the snow melted and fell as water. He looked around and captured the three of them in an embrace.
“You’re so going to pay for that...”
And though Scootaloo was scared, she followed Sweetie’s example and blew a raspberry at him.
“That’s it, I’ll give you an automatic round of Snowballs”
An enormous metal machine gun appeared, but it only shoot snowballs, over 100 a minute! The snow seemed to be coming from nowhere, and it wasn’t running out, but she hadn’t had this much fun in months.
She dodged the first few attacks, before being hit, in their struggle to get free, Ab still had one perfect snowball.
Scootaloo mouthed the words, without a voice.
“Do it”
And she hit, a one in a million shot which hit Discord, he set up a false mock up white flag and surrendered.
As he would later say, he had been beaten by the magic of friendship, oh, and a couple of noisy brats. A war he had started, but didn’t finish.