"No I... I think I do," the filly replies tiredly, shoulders slumped before she manages to flash a small smile up at the princess. "At least I can go out knowing I gave a tyrant a real shiner. I hope someone down there has a camera to immortalize that black eye, and has the thought to snap the picture instead of gawking at a dead pony." Then she takes another step forward and begins to plummet, good wing held tight to her side while the injured one flaps about like a windsock.