"Well well well, look at this!" a powerful, feminine voice bellowed out into the street, echoed by the sound of  strange, blaring music from somewhere deep within the tavern. A cream-coated mare stood proudly on the broken window ledge, her purple eyes dancing with energy. A ragtag, groggy assortment of ponies in various states of hungover and bleary-eyed near-wakefulness emerged behind her, some armed, some armoured, most of the rest just furious at the rude awakening they had received making a morning of punishing headaches that much worse. Shock's smiled wickedly, eyeing the guards before her, her fierce eyes zeroing in on the thestrals in particular, some of whom felt a tad unnerved with the sheer loathing they saw. "Looks like the flying rat bastards showed up dressed for a dance! A hundred bits per cracked skull to the lot of yas!"