Heavy hoofsteps came down the alley. For half a second, Catskill thought maybe there was somepony else out here, but it was just Gale. The skin on one side of her face had been ripped away and it looked like part of her ribcage had been crushed. Now that she wasn’t keeping her wing down, Catskill could see a dozen ragged stab wounds through her shredded furs. She was also missing her scarf, revealing a yawning gash in her throat. But aside from a limp on a dislocated leg, she moved like a normal pony.