Princess Celestia: Okay, misses ‘space marine’, if you insist.
Princess Luna: Pwess Fo’ard! Dey cannot stand befo’ us!
Awkwardly runs a few steps ahead of Celestia before misbalancing her weight and falling onto her belly.
Princess Luna: Oof!
Princess Celestia: Are you alright?
Princess Luna: Rolls onto her back I’ve been hurt! Go on wit’out me, weegroup with dee others ahead!_
Princess Celestia: Rise from your grave, soldier!
Bends down and uses her mouth to pick up Luna up by the scruff and place her on her own back This fight’s over when I say it is!
Princess Luna: Praise da empwa! Our shield an’ pwo… tact… toct… our empwa!