Diamond's foreleg folded where he had struck it, between the wrist and the elbow, in a way that was so fundamentally wrong that it made Sweetie want to throw up right then and there. Gabe raised his hoof, which left a weeping red crescent in her coat, and blinked at the filly's leg with wide, vacant eyes, not noticing her blood dripping from his hoof―at first. His eyes widened, his pupils shrunk, and his mouth parted with a soft 'oh'.