Olivia rocketed into the night sky, wings barely flapping as she accelerated. It was dark, and the little village of Ponyville provided the only light below, feeble electric or chemical lamps, tiny flames against the gloom. Now to lead them on a chase. Wearing this armor, Olivia felt like she could take on the princess herself. Maybe she could fight Celestia in person, and kill the one who threatened Othar.