With a sigh befitting a child of a noble who did not get what he desired, Sadowi reeled up his off hoof weapon and stood at parade rest, patience wearing thin as he waited for Cadance to stand back up. "Come on, Princess. You have to do better than that. A lot better. We're this close to your queendom, this close to your heart of glass situated on its pedestal, and you can't even muster or gather the strength to...I dunno, maybe beat me in a fight? Where'd the power of love go, eh?"