Snips and Snails had their backs against a tree, in the sweet apple acres orchard, holding paintball guns in their hooves.
Spike appeared the next tree over holding his own paintball gun.
"Guys..!" Spike loudly whispered.
"Yeah?" They both answered in unison.
Spike started working his claws through the air, forming a 'V' and pushing it upwards into the air and then clenching and unclenching his claws a few times.