But time to think that through there wasn't. In the moment the beam was cut off, words were being recalled by the unicorn. Words that were spoken to her ages ago. Words from mares and stallions alike. Words spoken by Shiva and herself, as well as her fallen preys. Yet there was one thought that stood out of it all. Though royalty, doesn't suit you at all, was a line that echoed and echoed through her mind. Words spoken by a stallion she had met on a random day at an even more random time. "Yet why it is it him that keeps hammering himself into my skull? What was so special about him?" she thought aloud and kept her eyes closed in order to think even further.