Bronze Tiara

Chapter eighteen

Compared to a tree, a burlap bag was a mattress for the mare as the gentle tweeting of birds brought her back to the land of the living, or at the very least conscious. With a quick check to her body to see if she was bound, gagged, lit on fire, or just plain shot. Bronze collapsed on to her back with a sigh of relief.

“Alrighty, it didn’t find me,” she had worried in her subconscious during the night, but the morning had brought the truth. She managed to stay hidden… for the moment.

With a rustle of her proverbial feathers, the canvas appendages stretched out for a few seconds after their slumber before falling flat on the ground of the shed. A quick look over showed they were drained, and probably wouldn’t be much better than a paper weight in terms of actual fight.

With a small shake of her head, the mare made her way towards the door. “I just got them too…” she wined, as her eyes peered out to ensure the coast was clear.

Nothing on this farm seemed to be moving, not even the chickens from the coop out over a fence had come out to graze on the bugs in amongst the grass. A promising sign for her, as Bronze crept from the shed and made her way along the fence line of the farm. Trying her best to recall from the sight of last night with the surrounding landscape.

‘East? West?’ she pondered as the road of two paths left her with only half a chance of getting it right. The smoke though in the distance from what she could only hope to be stoves gave her a path as she walked along to the town, she had saw during her evening flight.

Compared to the other towns she had wandered through, this one had to be the busiest out of the lot. Carts pulled various goods likely on their way to vendor stations, creatures got in wagons to carry them to where ever in the country they may have wanted to visit, and the occasional waft of a restaurant or café could be pulled in to the mares’ nostrils as she walked.

Even the structures around here seemed more on the scale of a small city than what one could call the town. Businesses, libraries, halls, and even the occasional apartment building all stretched higher up in the air than the few places she had rolled through in her travels. If anything, it was nearing to be on par with Boralus itself in the grand scale of things.

“Speaking of which…” the mare groaned as her eyes gave the same hint of disgust at the site.

It had been dark while she flew overhead, but out here in the clear and sunny day the spire that the capital was known for shined bright in the distance and left a sore mark on the mare. Reminding her of the literal crash and burns of her plan. It hadn’t even occurred to the mare how close she had gotten to the capital during her flight.

With a care to keep her wings tucked under the remains of the cloak she donned; Bronze made her way through the town’s streets. Passing by other ponies, gryphons, and even the occasional zebra without them paying even a second thought to the mare.

Though as she walked with only her own thoughts, one thing persisted to the mare.

‘Where the hell had you gone?’ she asked herself, keeping an eye to the skies and an ear to the streets for any commotion.

Certainly, it had been around the area, and even if it hadn’t outright sensed her, it would have still thought this town would be the first place she’d have gone should she survive. Yet, here she remained. Walking the streets trying to keep her head low, as other ponies passed by and did their business like nothing had happened mere miles from them.

Then again, it was hard to forget a pair of eyes at times.

Marbles’ own orbs broke through the crowd to the mare as she picked them out of the ocean of creatures like pearls. He was here trotting along with the various creatures that went about their day, and a similarly coated pony bounced up and down alongside him as he went.

Looking desperately around her, Bronze dived in to the first thing she could. Which happened to probably not be the best of choices, but it’d do. From her place in the garbage bin tucked away in the alley. The mare looked over at the sales stand she had tried to hide next to… a rough-cut gem stone station of all places.

‘Hmm… I wonder where he’d be stopping…’ she groaned while keeping her eyes barely tucked over the cover of the can.

From that moment the stallion and his filly came in to view, and even without the slightest life in her fathers’ eyes. Topaz still bounced like she had a spring built into her leg, “it doesn’t matter if I don’t like trips… you like them with company.”

“And you’d be better with your friends,” Marble tried to answer back to her as he looked over what Bronze could guess was a curillin, “You always hated it when I’d drag you along shopping for extra stones.”

The filly’s lips pursed up to her father as only a daughter could, “and you still hate doing them by yourself… you’d be better off if she was here.”

From a twinge in her mind, Bronzes’ brain caused her to twitch from that comeback as she looked to the kin. ‘Damn, harsh kid, don’t you think?’

“I’m serious,” the filly jumped in front of him, “You haven’t been the same since she left dad… are you okay?”

“I’m fine, dear,” he responded with an autonomy as only Bronze could understand.

From her bin the mare watched the colt carry on with his shopping, as he picked out gems in much the same manner he had always likely done over the years. Yet, this time something seemed missing. There wasn’t any flare, or spark in his eye. It just seemed like busy work to her. Even if he preferred to do this sort of shopping himself, as opposed to dragging his kin along. One pony couldn’t do the same task over and over with this lifelessness in their eyes, and keep doing it.

‘On previous trips he probably would have been chatting up some of his regular sellers,’ Bronze thought, ‘yet here he is… nearly looking like one of my-’.

“You miss her, you can tell me,” Topaz called out to him as she trotted up to his side, and the trash bin fell over from a sudden spasm at those words, “I won’t tell anypony.”

While Bronze may have been trying to keep herself hidden from view, that didn’t stop the can from rolling in the alley and giving her a glance at the stallions’ face. He hadn’t answered his filly yet, and hadn’t even given her a sign of crossness from the comment. Only a gentle smile grossed his lips, with that his horn reached around her torso and put her on his own.

“Come on, let’s finish up here and get you home,” he said as they went out of the hidden mares’ view.

‘What?’ Bronze asked herself as her trash bin came to a stop against the brick building it resided at, ‘how could he miss me? After what I- did!’

With a sudden lurch from its place and a drag across the cobble stone path of the nearly forgotten alleyway. Bronze felt the can being heaved in to the air at first before it started to fly, and then fall towards the ground. A heavy thump later of the metal bending against the structure of the other wall, and the mare found herself dumped out with the other contents of trash.

From her place on the ground, she looked up in to the lifeless bodies of her creations of old, as a couple gryphons and even a dog variant found their way to her. “Ahh… hey boys,” she grinned sheepishly, “fancy meeting you here!”

With a thrust of her horn, the trash bin snared up in her aura and rocketed towards the canine. Slamming over top his head, the bin sufficiently blinded it as it grabbed hold trying to pull it off. Leaving the mare to deal with his companions, something easier said than done.

The rifle stock of one swung wildly at the mare, and with a crunch of her jaw, her body tumbled its way over the brick ground. Before resting against the wall of a shop. The alley might not have been so cramped for the four of them to duke it out, but it still made tight quarters for such a long weapon.

Raising up the barrel to her temple, Bronze grabbed hold just as the trigger was pulled and let the slug plant itself in the structure behind her. A quick twist of the gun later and she ripped it from the grasp as the other took aim of its own. A sloppy shot, but one that still hurt.

The round went through her talon and hind hoof, and broke her stride there for a moment. If it hadn’t been for the shot, she may have avoided the trash bin. With a heave, the metal container smacked in to her like she had done the dog. Quickly knocking her to her back and letting the birds dance along her vision for but a time.

This time however, she was armed.

With a pull back of the bolt and a slamming of it forward. The sights dipped down on the gryphon that still remained armed, and tore a chunk out of its neck. The small target of the stone may have been difficult, but even if the rune itself was damaged the result would be the same. With a clank the tin soldier dropped to the ground and never rose once more.

A paw grabbed hold of her torso, and tried squeezing her in its grasp. With the all to natural ribs starting to bend more than she liked, the rifle dropped from her grip as the creation thrashed her against the wall. If it couldn’t crush her fast enough, it’d just smash her to pieces. Her wings were shot, her weapon was gone, but one thing still remained.

With a ray of energy leeching from her horn on to its elbow joint, the emerald atop her horn glowed with feverish intent as it drilled in to the appendage. It wasn’t going to be a killing shot, but it’d do enough to save her skin. Dropping to the ground, another shot rang out, and pinged off the wall past her.

As the tin gryphon quickly chambered another round, the same ray moved as fast as light and burned a clean line through the neck of her assailant. Both decapitating, and destroying the rune on the inside. All that remained was the dog.

The heavy arm she’d just cut off swung towards her, begin held by its counterpart like a crude club. The ground where she had stood dented and cracked under the weight, leaving Bronze barely scraping by with her body still intact. With a lunge, the dog leapt towards her, rearing up for another swing. While Bronze followed the same path and jumped at it as well.

Sliding under its hind legs, with a twist she grabbed on to the neck of her creations as it started to shake left and right to dislodge her. Thankfully her talons remained strong and gripped on to the edges of the various plates that made up its form. Letting her line up for one more shot with her horn.

A beam later and the head fell from its shoulders, but the rune and stone inside remained intact, just as she had intended. With it almost bucking to get her off, the mares’ talons grabbed inside on to the gem and with a crunch ripped if from its setting in the plate of metal. With its power cut, and its metaphorical heart ripped out. The tower of metal crashed on to its chest, spreading the mare across the pavement once more.

From her back she rested for a moment, and looked at the gem she had pulled from it. It was a bit larger than its counter parts, and while the gems from the two gryphons might have sufficed, she had plans for those instead. With some concentration the energies stored in it pulled from the gem and found their way to her wings once more. Bringing them to life with a spark, with a flex the appendages unfurled slowly as they woke back up. Gifting with that a small smile to her face.

“That’s more like it…” she beamed at the sense of self returning to her once more.

Another few shots rang out, and with quick reflex the mare dove closer to the walls. Looking around up in the skies, she couldn’t see any of her creations there taking aim. Yet, off in the distance the rounds kept going. ‘They’ve reached this place in force it’d seem,’ with a groan the mare went to the other two fallen cans and pulled the gems from them as well.

Clenching them in her grasp, the same energies that she used to once create them. Now were used to replenish her own body, leaving the gems she had used across her horn glowing a little brighter after the small scuffle. With those taken care of, Bronze picked up one of the rifles and what ammunition the gryphon had carried. As she took to the skies, following the shots.

Across parts of the town the sounds of gun fire rang out, though most of it seemed to be drawn from one place in particular. The large almost park like area, that Bronze could only imagine as some sort of town square, rested nearly in the center. From her position up in the clouds, she could see the various colorful armors of those that served under the crown dotting the green that made up the square.

All the while her own creations littered around the area and took their own shots at them from both below, and above. The gryphon ones that dotted the skies shot down on to those without even the slightest heed of who might be joining them in the clouds.

With a tuck of her wings to the side of her torso. The mare rocketed down to one of the gryphons as it took aim with its rifle. Thrown off from the impact, Bronze latched on to the wings that gave it flight and with a heave snapped the hinges that held them on. Sending the creation plummeting towards the ground, and giving those that joined her a new adversary to take note of.

With a quick reflex, Bronze pulled the rifle from her back after the impact. Taking to the cloud cover as the few rounds from those that joined her gave chase and peppered the sky. On the ground there was all the cover in the world, although moments like these is when she missed one of her airborne creations.

‘One airship, just one, and they’d all be done!’ she thought to herself before flipping over and took a shot at one.

While it may have missed the thing that gave it life. The shot to the chest still gave it a jarring ring as it fell behind its brethren, leaving the mare open to more than a healthy amount of lead for her tastes. To her advantage, the mare had practiced with her wings all too often when her old pair were still attached. Diving, banking, weaving, and yawing all came naturally to her as it would a Pegasus.

On the downside, no matter how good of a flier you might be, sometimes a lucky shot is all you need.

The tinge of pain from her shoulder blade arched the mares’ back as the grazing round almost ripped across from her hinge and missed her neck. With a spiral Bronze rolled down towards the ground as she started her dive. It might be a straight line; it might make her a perfect target. Then again, she also had far less mass than they did.

With a snap to her wings Bronzes’ frame leveled out against the ground that those below fought on. She could have smelled the grass in the air from how closely she came to splattering against the soil, but some of those behind her didn’t fare so well. Taking a bullet to the rune was one thing, crushing yourself against the ground like a can under your own weight was a different matter. The rune might not be totally destroyed in the end, but if the body was shattered like that, the automaton was next to useless.

While a few clawed against the air trying desperately to slow their decent, even less managed to do so. Those that failed buried themselves in the dirt and marked their own graves with the crater. Others though that were higher found more fortune, and continued their pursuit of the mare. Turning every which way between the buildings that dotted this more upscale town and rose several stories up.

Around her, the rounds ricocheted off of the brick buildings the flock passed by in their hunt. Banking to another corner, Bronze grabbed hold of a flag pole with her talon and slingshot her way to make the tight turn. Causing a few more of the group behind her to lose their place and over shoot. With a turn of her back on a straight road, the mare took aim at another in the lead. This time the round flying true and dropping the creation from the air with a crunch to the pavement.

With her back turned however, those on the ground had an even clearer shot.

One round later and the mares’ wing locked up for a moment, causing her to plummet towards the ground. After an attempt, one wing responded, while its counterpart acted as nothing but a boats sail. Bronze touched down with all the grace and dignity of pelican chick crashing upon its first test at flight.

The cloak around her was ruined by this point, nothing but a few shreds of fabric now, leaving her to shirk the rest of it and get to her hooves. Tugging the hammer from its grasp, she pulled the belt from the cloak and tied it to her waist. Bronze looked around at her surroundings and realized one fact.

She had made a circle.

Around her were both the soldiers of Seren and those that once served under her. Each at the others throat, with her caught in the middle at this town square. Backing up to a tree for some cover, the mare looked to the wing that gave out on her and saw the culprit. One slug had neatly punched through a gem along its frame. It was a small target to hit, no doubt luck more than anything, but effective none the less.

‘I should still be able…’ Bronze gave it all the concentration she could, focusing on the remaining stones and skipping over that one entirely. With a gentle motion, the appendages that gave her flight once more flared out. Giving the mare a much-desired sigh of relief that she wasn’t totally grounded. With a tug of her rifle, she trotted between cover on her way to where she saw those under Seren fighting.

Breaking in to a full gallop at this point, Bronze leapt across the cover that those soldiers found for themselves. As a few barrels were pointed her way, and she held up a talon, “Rest assured, I’m on your side,” she answered their unspoken question.

Given her appearance, she could understand the confusion they all wore. One at least decided it was a good time to ask what they all wondered, “Who are you? You don’t look like any auxiliary I've ever seen,” one of the gryphons, in charge or not, Bronze couldn’t tell. Spoke up as he dropped another clip of rounds in to the rifle held in his talons, “then again… with having these things drop out of the blue into town, we could probably use the extra help.”

Aiming up and over the upturned wagon, with an expert shot from the gryphon the back of the ponies armored neck blew out and put the rest of the body out of commission immediately. That told Bronze the soldiers here knew where to aim, and gave her a tinge of hope that this town may not be completely overwhelmed.

Putting her back to their cover, the mare joined in on the fight and took pot shots side by side with those of Seren she targeted not but a month or two ago. ‘Or was it three months?’ she asked herself while picking off another gryphon that tried to get the drop on them from above, ‘you know, I can’t tell any more.’

Cycling her action back and forth, a few more of those that made up the opposition dropped. Just as all of those shoulder to shoulder with her joined in. Both sides were equally matched in skills, and both were just as determined. As Bronze looked at it, the only real difference between her automatons and Serens finest, was the tin soldiers cared little about who else was in the cross fire.

“You! Stay back!” another soldier by her shouted to a few civilians that had crossed a little too close to the park.

Looking at the couple, and seeing one of her creations going in for the kill, Bronze dropped her shoulders and lunged across the street. Beating her wings to build up momentum as she strode the distance. With a kick up from her hind legs, a hoof connected with the helmet and snapped the leather straps that held it on. Exposing the gem on the inside for her claw to do its work, she drained it and charged back up some of her wings.

“Bronze?” the voice she knew all too well called out to her.

Turning her head around, the mare locked eyes with the stallion she had been avoiding, and from there her legs followed the same path. Planting themselves to the ground like a tree, Bronze froze where she stood, and lost all sense of reality as her lips tried to say anything to him.

“Oh! Hi, Marble,” a few more fuses went out in her head as she kicked herself, ‘Really?! That’s the best you can-?’

A swift kick later, and Bronze found herself riling in pain from the likely broken ribs delivered by the dog that had ran up to meet her. Laying there out on the cobble stone street, she looked up and saw the canine spinning up its gatling as the rounds started to fly through the air. They may not have been the largest, but they still stung like no other in her rump.

With a dive and a kick of her own, the sales stand that made her own temporary cover continued to get chewed through by the second. Forcing her to stay put, and giving time for another to catch up. With a lunge, the pony automaton leapt over the top and landed atop the mare. With nothing in its hooves to fight with, the creation settled for trying to pummel the mare underneath with its own hooves.

Whipping her head back and forth to avoid the punches, Bronze felt the stone path begin to break under the impacts. Before her hind hooves lifted the automaton up and off of her. Thanks to a strong pair of talons, the mare grabbed hold of the ponies armored shell and held it out in front of her as she walked in to the path of the dog.

Rounds continued to pour out from its multiple barrels, without even the slightest care that one of its own remained in the path of them to their target. It didn’t matter, as long as there was a chance of her still being killed. It would keep shooting.

Until a magazine runs out.

With the clicking of the firing pins, it reached behind in the satchel to pull out another box of ammunition. Leaving the mare to make her move. With the heap of metal still in her hooves from the now ‘dead’ automaton, Bronze heaved the corpse in to the frame of the dog. Knocking not only it back, but also the gun from its metal paws.

A double buck to its face did little to waver it though, and with a hefty swipe. Bronze narrowly missed being turned in to a kick ball. Yet, even as it missed, the body of the dog locked up and even started to twitch for but a moment. Until she pulled her rifle clean and shoved the barrel in to the visor, taking a clean shot though its inner workings.

“You’re welcome,” Marble trotted up to her as Bronze turned to meet him.

“Thank you… now lets get the hell out of here!” she shouted, and only received a nod.

With a few rounds still landing around them, the pair headed back to the building that he had originally be in and shut the door behind them. Inside, Bronze saw more of the fear her creations had instilled into every town or city they stepped. Several other ponies, a few even foals, all huddled behind the bar counter. Leaving herself and the colt to look towards the windows.

“One thing I don’t get,” the colt asked as he and the mare watched a few automatons fight those of the nation. “If you brought them to life, why do they want to kill you?”

‘Okay… not the question I was expecting…’ Bronze paused for a moment while her mind caught up with her, “I don’t know… maybe self-preservation?” she offered to him as his face turned to confusion, “I mean what would be the greatest threat to a creation? Their creator… at least in theory.”

“Bronze!” the squeal of a filly pushed past the sounds of gun fire, as Bronze found herself tackled by the kin of the colt, “I knew you’d be back!”

While the mare might have otherwise enjoyed to see the ever-growing face of embarrassment on the colt, the crash of the window beside them quickly put any and all damper on those thoughts. A gryphon and pony tin soldier stood before those in the bar, eying not the ones that hid behind the counter, but the mare in front.

A few seconds later, and they still stood there, not moving an inch. Yet still somehow managing to stare in to her soul with their hollow helmets, “Marble…” Bronze almost whispered to the colt, “take Topaz, and the rest of those here, and get out… find a back door.”

“Topaz, get back behind the counter,” Marble said, and stood side by side with the mare, “You don’t have to do it alone you know.”

“Marble this isn’t-!”

With a tackle from the gryphon, Bronze matched her talons with its own and locked in. Tumbling across the room, and smashing a few tables along the way. The automaton held a pistol in its holster, but still didn’t have the time or intuition to grab it before attacking. A lucky break for the mare, as the colt toyed with the other one it had brought.

Marble might have not been a soldier, but going through enough brawls as a kid will teach you something. Between both of them being unarmed, the colt was able to dodge a few of the swings from the armored pony, as he hit it once or twice with a Shock spell from his horn. Then went in with a few swings of his own. Then again, there’s little a bare hoof can do to plate metal. Never the less, it was keeping its attention to him and gave the mare a chance.

A slash from the armored talons to her yielded the mare a fresh set of cuts across her breast. Nothing she hadn’t dealt with before, and with a whip of her wings. The back legs of her body propelled ever faster and landed a solid strike against the bridge of the armored beak to the gryphon.

With a flailing mouth piece, the hollow suit fought on. Pulling the gun from its holster, the round racked neatly in to the chamber and almost immediately her creations started to empty its magazine. From this close, how could it miss? A quick reaction and her limbs held up offered a nearly perfect shield. Bronze might have felt a few of the slugs dig into her back legs, but more ricocheted off the talons.

The skidding of a helmet over to them broke their attention from one another. As Bronze grabbed hold of both the armor piece and her own tool, pancaking its head between them. They might not be flesh and bone, but an impact like that from an infuriated mare will still do a number on any creature.

With a slump of its form, her eyes met those of the stallion across from her, and Marble stood next to an automaton still looking around for its head. A clear shot to its weakness now presented to her, Bronze slid across the tavern and grabbed hold of its rune and gem. Draining the life of its being and causing the whole contraption to join its brethren.

“So, I guess I was right…” Marble looked at some of the chaos outside, and their little slice of it in this place, “you do go and find this kind of trouble on your own.”

“And you just joined in on my trouble!” she huffed at him, but that didn’t stop a smirk from escaping her lips, “welcome to my-”

The ringing of a shot broke their talk, and the mare turned to see the gryphon getting back to its feet. Pistol firmly in its grasp, as it started to fish out another magazine after expending the last shot. With a charge of her horn, the green leech of energy jumped from her appendage and across to it. Burning a neat hole through its chest plate on up to the top of its head. With its rune finally destroyed, and its upper body splitting apart at the seams, the creation of her finally dropped to the ground permanently.

Though the cries of a filly broke through any thought of satisfaction the mare might have had.

“Dad!”

Bronze turned to face the colt once more, and if it weren’t for the rush of blood she was getting from the fighting. She may have gone pale at the sight of Marble there on the ground, a single wound on his chest as his filly cradled her father. With tears streaming down her face on to his chest, Topaz fought to get his attention and keep his eyes open, yet with every breath he took, a little more of the light in his eye faded.

It was a sight she never got to experience with her own dad.

And it was one she was glad she didn’t after seeing the pain on Topazes face.

“No…” were the only words that left her lips as she galloped up to the stallions’ side.

His breathing was getting shallower, and with the amount of blood that was coming from the tiny hold in his chest. There must have been something important that was struck, or at the very least nicked. With a heave of her talons, Bronze picked up the colt and dragged him outside. There the fighting was still going on between her own creations, and those of Seren. How much longer it would go for she couldn’t know, but she didn’t even care.

Looking around, the mare hoped to see some sort of medical staff treating those during the fight. Yet, there were none, those present were only armed with weapons not bandages. With Topaz clinging to her fathers’ torso, and sobbing in to his chest. Bronze looked for any other place she could take him, somewhere she might be able to help mend the damage that was done.

If she could rebuild her body with nothing more than metal, gems, and a little will power. Why couldn’t she do something at least for him?

‘Anywhere, anywhere at all!’ she looked frantically as his fluids started to make their mark on the stone path of road, ‘a hospital, medical tent… hell I’ll take a vet at this point!’ Bronze yelled to herself.

Though the only sight that filled her vision, was the shining beacon to most of Seren.

Boralus.

It was crazy, it was stupid to think she could go there and make it out alive, but being alive right now didn’t matter to her. She had to make sure he lived, and if there was anywhere in this whole country with the best medical equipment, it would be the capital. Particularly, one building in mind.

With a flare of her wings, Bronze grabbed hold of the colt around his waist, and her eyes locking with the tear ridden filly, “I need you to hold on to me, Topaz,” the tears didn’t stop in the child’s eyes, and the mare had to force herself to stay strong for the two of them.

“But… what about-” was about all she got out, before a talon hushed the filly gently against her lips.

“Please… trust me, I know you have every reason to hate me for leaving,” Bronze bit her tongue to keep the tears at bay, as she leveled with the filly, “But just this once… trust me.”

With no idea what to do herself, Topaz climbed up on to her back and wrapped her hooves around the mares’ neck. With a tight grasp, and her face buried in Bronzes’ coat, Topaz clenched her eyes. Leaving the mare to pick herself up and the colt with her as she pointed herself in the direction towards the spire.

***

Had it been minutes, hours, or even seconds? Bronze wasn’t sure. All she knew was her wings were flailing against the wind as they beat feverishly to make amends. The stallion in her grip was still warm against her chest, though any breathing he had done earlier slowed or maybe even stopped as she made the journey. With a quick eye along the spire, the mare tuned in to one of the windows she knew well from her last visit.

“Topaz!” the mare shouted to her companion through the wind rushing past them, “I need you to hold on as tight as you can!”

With the sudden tightening of the hooves around her, Bronze about gagged as her filly almost managed to choke her. Her wings tucked to the side and wrapped the stallion in them acting as shield, and with a pause it seemed she dive bombed towards the window pane. The sky had been clear luckily, and with the castle quickly growing in her freefall Bronze waited for the best moment to throw the breaks. Knowing her life wasn’t the only one in jeopardy. As she approached, the flaring of her wings broke her speed. Leaving her horn to charge up a quick pulse of energy.

One shot sped ahead of its tip, and impacted the window. Shattering it inwards to the room, and giving Bronze a clear path to the stone floor below. With a touch down of her limbs, the mare rested the stallion against the cool ground underneath. Her eyes shot up to those in the room with her, two nurses in medical garb walked around as they checked stocks and supplies due to the lack of patients that needed tending in any of the beds. Both startled and stuck in place from the by the sudden intrusion of the mad looking mare.

With her breath finally able to catch up from the flight, Bronze let out one cry, “Medic!”