After all that has transpired between the two, they finally are settling their differences. Over what? A simple game of chance of course. Iana and nightmare are playing a game called arm wrestle. The alicorn's grip was true, but her strength was faltering ever so slightly in the dragons favor. Iana smirked as she saw the opportunity to win this round and, not wishing to waste anymore time, she pushed the black mares arm down and declared victory.
The dark alicorn's look went from exuastion to anger.
"You cheated!" She stood up, slamming her hooves down on the log. She liked to cheat on occasion, but when she gets cheated, she is no longer playing nice with anyone anymore. She was now livid, making eye contact with the large lizard before her.
"I did not, you lost and I won. And of story." Her smirk beheld a childish behavior and with a bow, she turned to grab a barrel of cider, only for it to be moved out of reach of her hand by dark blue magic. She narrows her eyes a bit and turned back around, warning a solid, armor clad hoof to her jaw.