Cleanse, Purge, HUGGIES!

Stroller is fo' dah weak!
Okay, misses 'space marine', if you insist.
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.*
Oof!
Are you alright?
*Rolls onto her back* I've been hurt! Go on wit'out me, weegroup with dee others ahead!
No one gets left behind. 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!
Yay! Praise da empwa! Our shield an' pwo... tact... toct... our empwa!