Oh, really.

Here he was, perfectly fine minding his own business like a zombie in their midst, and they had to start fighting. With a sense of hopelessness and detached despair Mauja listened as Parelia first took a vocal bite out of Silk, and then spun her ass in his direction—but probably not the way the black stallion had been hoping for. Instead of "offering herself up" (he really had no desire to think in crude terms today) she launched a vicious kick, which had Mauja smiling humorlessly. At least she didn't need a knight in shining armor, so technically, he was pretty useless at the moment. Not that he minded, really; he felt far too dumb to fight anyone right now, mind and nerves like slow-seeping sludge. He'd just sort of.. entered the fog, and was quite content to stay there. He wasn't making any keen observations, but did he have to? Couldn't he just..stand here a while?

He wasn't sure if she'd hit Silk or not; he'd backed up pretty rapidly, avoiding to trap over his spindly legs and falling on his face in shame. Mauja blinked, rapidly a few times, trying to clear his mind. If they were determined to keep going at it, stray hooves could come flying near his head, and he'd very much like to keep his skull intact, thankyouvermuch. Parelia seemed content with just having kicked once, though; she came to stand by him, smiling as he told Silk off in his cryptic way. Well, she could handle herself. He'd just..stand here..like back-up. Moral support. Yeah. Right. He gave his head a slight shake, one black-rimmed ear twitching. Didn't sound like Silk was pleased with getting a smack on the nose, though, and Mauja opened his mouth, preparing to tell him off, when he charged instead.

Idiot. Was it pride that drove him to retaliate? Or did he have some incredibly weird fetish Mauja wanted no part whatsoever in? Why couldn't he just..walk away? Parelia wasn't interested, at least not if you were a rude asshat; how hard was that to understand, and respect? But, no. The dark stallion lashed out like a viper, teeth going for Parelia's shoulder—fortunately, not on Mauja's side, or he might've had a thing or two to say about that face coming too close to his own self. Just as quickly the lithe thing bounded back, glaring at them angrily. "Knock it off," Mauja growled, to both of them; he wouldn't restrain Parelia if she wanted a final go at the black stallion, but he wouldn't encourage her either. In fact, if they were both determined to have a bloody party, he'd either walk away or shove them both in the pond.