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// Display of Power 
// Story: Wild Card 
// by Cirrus Dash 
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Remy sighed with a smile as he got used the feel of the deck of cards in his hands. They didn't have any on hand, so Applejack asked her sister if she could get her some cards. Applebloom and her friends, trying to find their cutie marks, went overboard and practically bout out the entire store of their packs of cards. Needless to say, Remy was glad.

He shuffled them, twirled them in his hands, getting a feel of their weight and the material they were made of. They were perfect. He did another bout of shuffling, this one being a bit more showy as he let the cards flutter from one hand to the other, mixing as they fell at different speeds.

He looked up and saw Applejack, Big Mac, a smaller green mare that he recognised as Granny Smith, and the Cutie Mark Crusaders, all of them watching with rapt attention.

"Just so ya know, dis ain't any fancy tricks or stuffs like dat. Dis is all me" he said. "Got it?" he asked, to which they nodded. He smirked. "Good" he said as he started taking control of the cards, making the designs become outlined in purple lines, and the cards themselves become surrounded by what seemed to be purple flame. They flew in intricate circles around him while he moved his hands a bit, fingers moving as if he were drumming them on a tabletop.

He then grabbed one in between his index and middle finger before flicking his hand forwards, it flying far and quicker than a card should. It impacted onto an old, worn down barn that the Apples didn't use anymore, the card slicing clean through a dead tree. The card imbedded itself into the wall, where the purple slowly died down.

"So you can throw cards, like, extra fast and far?" Applebloom asked.

"And do fancy tricks?" asked Applejack, a brow raised.

"Just look. Trust me when I say ya don' wanna miss dis" Remy said as he nodded to the barn. Right as they looked, the glow had fully diminished. And as soon as it did, the barn had exploded into nothing but splinters as purple flames was sent to the sky, effectively ridding the farm of the old building.

To say the least, the Apples were both shocked and slightly grateful that the barn was destroyed.

"How did you do that?" asked Big Mac. "Ya don't have a horn ta do magic"

"Ain't no magic 'ere, Mista Mac. Just an ability of mine. I'm what is called a Mutant back where I'm from. Now, don' tell no pony, as I'm sure dat dey will have de same reaction to me as my old home did, dat being fear and ridicule. Just let dem believe dat I'm sent from God or sometin'" he said with a shrug as he made the cards, which were still moving around him like they were planets and he were a sun, fly back into his hand before he put them back in their box. "Now den, when can I get started?"