There was another flash of light, and something appeared in the air above the pile of debris. A pair of ponies, protected by a shimmering bubble of force. The turrets swiveled to point at them, and more gunshots thundered through the room. Olivia added one more little explosion to the mix with the single rocket mounted to her shoulder, cowering behind the broken stone as the room shook. She crawled out of the straps—no point trying to keep wearing them.