“Zero.” The pegasus sprang forward and caught Artemis in a headlock. A flap of her wings took them both to the door, where she kicked aside the board holding it shut. The wind blew it open immediately and snow swirled through the room. Without a sound, the gunmare dove for her arquebus, but the unicorn telekinetically snatched it away and hurled it into the rafters. And then the unicorn was standing between the gunmare and the Artemis-pegasus tangle, her horn projecting a shield around the latter two and glaring at Artemis like she wanted to pound the latter’s head into paste herself. Outside the shield, the gunmare pawed at the ground, her ears back.