Cyan Flare cried out in pain as the needle-sharp thorns dug into her entire body. She dared not move, for fear that she would only make things worse. Yamask, though, had manage to avoid being spiked by the dangerous plants; he was a ghost, after all, and the spikes just went right through him. He drifted silently upwards, into the skies of Equestria, and went to find help.
Yamask looked around desperately for anypony who could possibly help his new friends, hoping that someone would notice and come to their rescue.