Sparkshower was on her hooves and ready. Having her head encased in bronze and shielded by the vision-slits of her visor probably made her less vulnerable to the batpony’s trick of suddenly turning on the lights. Even their VIP looked to have handled the sudden flash better than Lily had, with the way his helmet closed in around his eyes. Honour, used to the dim lighting of before, was still trying not to squint.