Before her, the old batpony colt was still cackling with amusement, his blind eyes looking aimlessly forward. Glamerspear had a look of utter incomprehension on her face as she maintained her protective shield. And sprawled out on the sand under Glamerspear's dome, still completely exhausted and out of breath, Sergeant Ebonshield struggled to maintain consciousness. There was a dark stain on the sand near her wounded leg, too, although Honour couldn’t see the injury itself.