In a matter of minutes, what passed for the ponice among the batponies had the whole scene cleared; those who weren't knocked out had their wings bound and were escorted out, while the unconscious ones were hog-tied and hauled away on Hatcheteer backs. The one their VIP knocked out was carefully strapped into a stretcher strung between two officers. In the interim, the white-hooded second Brother who was sent off to fetch the cops returned to sit at the Reverend Sister's side. 