One of my first uploads here. Hope you enjoy.

Looks like the Wonderbolts has flown into an ambush and are finding themselves quite confined before they could make any hope of using their speed of Hermes to deliver any pesky warnings of the return of the Flores. Bundled up tight and hidden away in a sturdy but withered tree for no passerbys to discover and their boisterous words confined to their muzzles by thick and sturdy vines all the heroic quartette has left of hope, is their own athletic energy focused and hopefully able to break free of their ecological entrapments. They will have the time to let themselves become increasingly frustrated and spend all their energy on increased fruitless struggle or lie still as they look for any non-existant tools or weaknesses in their bindings which can nurture any hopes of escape. Unfortunately it will seem such luck is quickly running out for the heroines and they will have to bide their time.