"Move!" he heard the mare cry. He didn't need to be told twice, disappearing from the impending impact sight in a blur of silvery metal as the burning wreckage of a spectator tower collapsed onto the arena. The construction practically exploded into shreds of wood and cloth as it fell across the stands and hit the center of the arena, the smouldering ruins bursting into an inferno as it hit the ground and provided new fuel to the flames below. Masquerade was now in a seriously bad state, the exertion costing her severely. Handy rolled his eyes at her before gesturing once more to the gate with his hammer.