Chrysalis hissed through clenched fangs while she touched a hoof to the large gash in her chest, the bottom of the hoof coming away with a smattering of green gore. The ruler had other assorted scraps and cracks all over, but the chest wound was certainly the worst out of all of them. Still, Luna had deliberately refrained from outright trying to kill the changeling, so the wound wasn’t very deep and in no way life-threatening.