Rose was shouting at her. Rose wasn't loading. Sunset's alicorn lit. The remaining rounds in the ready stack lit up as well. Sunset leaned, raising the gun's muzzle as far as it would go. Without looking back Sunset fumbled the first round into the breech and fired again. The round arced up, glanced off the bellied curve of the hull's underside, exploded gaudily. She loaded another and sent it on its way. This one missed the other ship's gondola entirely, instead plowing into the envelope and bursting within.