Crimson snarled in anger. She was slowly making her way up the train, but she could feel her phantoms being destroyed with distressing speed. There was one, no, two ponies up ahead doing particular damage. She would deal with them in time. Her frown turned into a wicked smile as her horn and eyes flared with greater intensity. The clouds overhead roiled and became dark and angry-looking. A swirling vortex of energy slowly but surely coalesced into existence behind her. It would be ready in time. These snivelling guard sycophants would not cheat her of this.