A strange tingling ran up Bitterroot’s leg. She supposed that under ordinary circumstances, she would’ve been electrocuted and feeling every tiny little bit of pain possible. As it was, her legs twitched as the magic stimulated their muscles, but nothing more. She twisted, keeping a firm grasp on Trace’s head. Trace flipped over and landed on her back. Bitterroot pulled up her hooves and, with all her weight, fell on Trace’s head.