She caught Catskill’s bandoller. She hooked her hoof around it and yanked. Catskill lost her balance, briefly stumbling forward. That was all Bitterroot needed. She flapped to her feet and yanked again, to her left. Catskill toppled over onto her side. Pulling all the slack she could, Bitterroot heaved and hurled, using her wings to give her a little extra oomph. The stress was too much for the bandolier and it snapped in two, but by then, Catskill was already spinning into the fire. The broken bandolier followed her, trailing shells.