And here's my regular Sunday update, once again I have concerns with the dialogue.

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“Do I even want to know?” Celestia didn't even care anymore. In under twenty-four hours, Reman the Imperial had managed to injure her subjects, turn one of her newest guards into a shape shifter like himself, and was now playing battle mount for Luna. Celestia had a thought. “Wait, why did he come here? The nearest exit was in the other direction from the dungeon.”

“Reman heard the roaring and I guess he knew what was going on.” The lycan nodded in response. “He has incredible ears, by the way.” Luna patted Reman on the head, judging by the annoyed expression on his face, Celestia could tell he didn't enjoy that. Celestia looked into Reman's eyes, even in this bestial form of his, they gleamed with intelligence.

The lycan twitched his head a few times in the direction of Glade's window. Celestia realized he was pointing, or attempting to, anyway. Glade herself was still trying to break through the reinforced, wired glass. Reman whined a little, trying to communicate something. He had a look, not on his face, but in his eyes, remorse, guilt, sorrow? It seemed the Imperial felt bad for the transformed mare, Celestia knew Glade must have been in pain earlier, Reman likely empathized.

“I think Reman is worried about her, Tia.” Luna slid off the changed Imperial's back. Celestia was amazed at how carefree Luna was around the man, she'd been spooked by him just a few hours earlier. The Princess of Day looked back towards her sister, who was currently scratching Reman's side, the Imperial was wagging his tail.

“Why do you suppose that is?”

“Well, Summer Glade and him both turn into... whatever these are, he might be able to help. Maybe he can make her turn back into her old self.” Reman nodded, but Celestia didn't know why he didn't say so himself. Celestia didn't know what to make of this.

“I’m not sure about this, sister, he may kill her, or start working with her to escape and cause more harm.” If Reman could display his feelings accurately in this form, he'd look disgusted, so he settled for snort. “Oh, care to add something, Reman?” He gave her a flat look, but his muzzle remained shut.

“I don't think he can talk like this, sister.” Luna flinched when Glade slammed the glass again, louder than before. “I mean, we've heard him roar and growl in this form, and speak in his other, but he hasn't switched the two, so far anyway.” A grin spread on Reman's features, apparently Luna struck gold with that one. Another crash, a thin crack formed from the impact. “So, you won't cause any unnecessary harm to Summer Glade, right?”

Reman nodded, standing straight, looking to Celestia, he raised a clawed hand, pointing to the door. Celestia didn't understand why he hesitated going in, then she realized the knob might be difficult to turn with claws. With a small smile, the Princess open the door, and with her unspoken agreement, Reman entered.

“Good luck, don't hurt her too much.” Once more Reman seemed to have grown on her sister, and Celestia wondered what had happened between them.

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The smell hit him first. Sterile, clean, with a layer of fear and... something else. Reman immediately knew what the other scent was, and he grinned internally. His eyes darted towards the Pegasus, who had stopped her escape attempt to observe him, confusion present in her dazed eyes. His gut told him it wouldn't last long.

As with most of his gut feelings, that one held true. The mare launched herself at him, using her wings to remain out of his. Her claws burned across his back, agitating the wounds he'd recieved from that silver blade, they burned in equal measure. Reman jumped and slashed, his clawed hand caught her on the side, sending her surprisingly light body flying into a set of cabinets. Light, but durable, it seemed, Glade was back up in an instant.

She charged along the ground, and pounced, Reman didn't try to dodge. The force sent the two lycans rolling, the Imperial pinned Glade to the ground. He reared back, and threw his head forward, the headbutt was a lost art in his opinion. A burning pain lanced through his abdomen, Glade had bucked with her clawed hind legs into the relatively soft flesh. Reman backhanded the mare, once more, her light body skidded across the floor, she'd been stunned with that blow.

The durable, lycanthrope mare rose once again, angry, just what Reman wanted. She charged, her eyes crystalline with fury, Glade was running on instinct alone, no more animal cunning in her altered mind. Reman jumped towards her, but Glade lunged to the side, and the Imperial was rewarded with more pain. He'd have to remember that Glade was faster than him, in the event of any future confrontation.

Lycanthropy imbues those afflicted with unnatural strength and speed, when combined with a creature that attacks primarily with the same limbs it uses for transportation, it can get messy, quickly. The buck Glade delivered to Reman's side probably caused some internal damage, nothing major, but still felt like someone sticking was sticking him with a burning piece of metal. Reman hoped Glade lost those claws when, perhaps that has if, she reverted to her pony form, they hurt too much.

The Imperial started jumping and twisting, attempting to shake the mare off of his back. Reman was struck with an idea, and acted on it. He slammed his back into the reinforced window, and noticed the glass cracking in several places, even the Princesses flinching from the sound of the impact. The second slam broke parts of the glass opposite of the lycans, just on the other side of the wire layer. Glade released her grip on him, leaving a smeared trail of blood on the glass.

Reman stepped forward and turned back towards the mare, who pounced and latched herself to his face. Using her hind legs to claw at his chest, she held firm to his shoulders and started biting at his neck. She had a decent grip on the Imperial, and Reman had to strain himself slightly to remove her, of course he could have tried to remove the claws in his shoulders instead of ripping them out. He threw Glade away, into the hospital bed she had occupied, that being bolted to the ground, Glade flipped when she collided.

Glade was still proving to be resilient, Reman had to give her that. She was shaking, panting, and Reman could see blood dripping from her mouth. Glade took to the air, even wobbling then, and shakily flew to him. Reman stepped to the side, and Glade soft hit the wall, she didn't get back up.

Thirty minutes, that's how long she'd been transformed, the time constraint every lycan faced. She'd begun to revert just as Reman's peripheral vision started to fade. The Imperial walk out the door as Celestia opened it for the new medical staff.

He gave the Princesses a nod, they looked at his injuries, which were quite severe. He tried smiling, but that hurt, waving hurt worse. Reman realized he may have been injured worse than he believed.

That was his last thought as his vision faded completely.