    Rarity shook her head more furiously to avoid touching the clump Atchmon held up to her lips. Tears formed around her eyes, knowing what was going to happen next. Eventually her legs would break off, and she'd live a life as a cripple. She's heard of it happening before, it wasn't an uncommon occurrence for a pony to cross paths with a cockatrice. Usually to be mildly damaged by its gaze, before it's scared off.