The dark blue hoof came down on the last metal claw, shattering it. Six of the eight fragments flew through the imaginary atmosphere of the nightscape, not stopping until long after they'd sliced into the broken biped's crotch. The last two wound up in his eyes.
Her only reaction to the scream was a small smile. One which he could no longer see.
"Very well," Luna told him. "And now that I have finished -- how did you put it when you tried to set that pitiful dream fire? You seemed rather amused by the words -- oh, yes: now I recall." She stepped closer, lifted that same huge forehoof and held it over his fragile skull. "Now that I have finished warming up..."