But he didn't feel like chancing his luck after yesterday's events. Somehow, someway, he knew he'd slice open an artery or something else just as important. After which, he'd be placed right back in the infirmary wing. Even if he pulled off the stunt relatively unscathed, then what? The shattering of glass would call in guards from inside and outside the castle. There was no way in hell he was going to glide across the entire grounds, then magically rise up, and fly over the giant fucking perimeter wall. The Pegasi guards would swat him out of the air well before that, and the Unicorns could just hold him in place.