"'Sorry' doesn't begin to cut it when I felt that metal hit me. It was like a slap across the face... but yeah. After that, we got taken to the carriage, which was being pulled by these four stallions. Don't remember them too well, but they were on the weather factory's payroll to move us." A shiver ran down her back, tail flicking as it hit the base of her spine. "They brought us to a meet-up with another carriage with a couple of black-suited ponies. And one of them was..." Scootaloo grit her teeth and closed her eyes, before her leg moved. A shaking hoof pointed back at the defendant, and the filly opened her eyes, a hint of malice hidden in her sadness. "Her."