She began to slow, resisting her incredible upward acceleration. Beside her in the air, Lightning Dust was doing the same, and better. Whatever strange effect Discord had brought to cloud her mind was gone. If anything, she was far better at this than Lucky, and wasn’t going up nearly as fast. She hadn’t removed her suit so much as torn through it with her wings, leaving behind a trail of stray wires and torn fabric. I didn’t know wings could be that strong.