"Coming from you... that's an insult," the filly had received as a response from her hero, before her lower torso was twisted right round, her skeleton shattering under the force. Her ribs tore out through her chest, her spine was split in two, and her mind was filled with red and blue. The red of pure agony as her body stopped communicating with her brain, and the blue of sadness linked to her coming fate... the gears began turning, the engines started rumbling... and those magenta eyes watched every second of her death.