He himself had been wrestling with this guard pony for a few minutes and was about to turn on another who was bearing down on him. Right before a ghost beat him to it. Joachim’s movement stuttered. Before him stood a pale, green, luminescent pony, made of mist and some strange slimy substance. It had just phased through the wall, leaving a thin coating of… something on the wall as it attacked the night guard. More of them emerged, from the roof, the floor, and the walls. The carriage was now a maddening three way fight between pony, griffon, and the goddamn army of slimers. Not that he made the referential connection, but it was necessary to convey just how disgusting the sight was. His breath formed in the air before him. It suddenly felt very cold.