Negris flew over and stretched out his claw, trying to poke the unicorn's sharp horn.
"What are you doing? Get your dirty claws off me," the unicorn shouted menacingly.
Negris was startled, "You can see me?" Aren't these creatures of light only able to see the Little Sapling and the Tree of Life?
"Why wouldn't I see you? You're just a yellow, shit-colored four-legged lizard. Do you think you can become invisible?" the unicorn said disdainfully.
By now, Negris had grown immune to being called a lizard and retorted hands on hips, "And what are you? A colorful horse?"
"You're the horse, you yellow lizard, you're the horse, you are!" the unicorn yelled back.
Their bickering talents didn't even come close to Lightning's, and Negris felt nothing. He exaggeratedly twisted his neck to the side so his short arms could reach his ear hole. While digging his ear, he asked, "So am I a lizard or a horse?"