He had managed to get across the third bridge fully before he felt the distinct grey blotches on his senses separate from the teeming mass on the bridge he left. One was above and another on the ground, both gaining on him. The one above seemed to be… circling him? Fucking pegasi. Maybe he should have bitten one of the thestrals; then all of this would not even be a God damn problem. The sun split through the clouds again and his armour lit up. He felt the pair of grey blotches back off and felt a momentary surge of relief. The hairs themselves were thankfully deserted of people, but he could see ponies on the street ahead of him. He also spied more contingents of city guards galloping down the street ahead to try to cut him off where the hairs ended and the city began again. They all seemed quite alarmed and confused about what was going on, more so when a blinding ball of light flew past them and practically jumped through the doors of the brothel.