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// Unequal Footing 
// Story: Flash Of A Reflection 
// by Moproblems Moharmoney 
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"I'll take you on."

It's a husky voice that cuts through the tittering crowd, bass-y and easily distinctive, just the thing she needs. The more notable rubes in these towns always were the easiest to make a spectacle of.  Local personalities (in Trixie's experience) tended to generate a few extra bits, and she needed every single one if Canterlot was up next. Stage hire was never cheap.

Languidly turning to face her opponent, she shifted to 'smug and all-knowing look #21', getting ready to-

The shadow loomed ominously over her, its owner giving off the air of an overgrown filly in a candy shop. Her smile was meant to be cute...hopefully, but the fangs just didn't help. At all.

"I've been watching your act, it's very interesting. I can't really do the 'traditional' magic duel, but there are a few theories on sleight of hand I'd like to try..."