There was a few seconds of silence, then every wall of the jumper became transparent. Or that’s what it looked like. She knew on a conscious level it was really just a screen—adaptive materials, showing them a convincing illusion of the world outside. A good thing they were so far up, or else it would’ve been impossibly nauseating at these speeds. But Equestria was a thin strip of land far below, surrounded by a diffuse red glow. Above them—above them was the battle.