Even pint-sized, Pig could beat a lot of things in a fight. Becoming a familiar hasn't diminished her strength, and it's only more deadly now that it's concentrated into one small, toy-like hoof.

"You think I do?" Lambert grouses, folding his arms. As yet, he hasn't even figured out how to turn this whole light show off. Mostly because he's been yelling at Pig while trying to hang on to her this whole time.

At this point, though, Pig will speak up.

"I don't know, but I know I'm here to help you. Your spark gives me a form that can."