Other soldiers sprang into action too late, somepony missing her hoof by only an inch as they dove for her. Our unicorns fired sizzling bolts of magic into the growing mass of grindylows, something they quickly found to be useless. Sinnet wasn’t doing well, either. Every time she tried to grab hold of a dock post, the tugging got stronger. The pier creaked whenever she was ripped free, only made of moss-slick wood and old—