The building I had been in before is ripped from the ground, wrapped in a cerulean glow. The matching glow emanates from the horn of the Equestrian royal, flying nearby and scrutinizing every square millimetre of the structure for any sign of my presence. By then, I had taken cover in an alleyway, nearly an entire block away. The sight is all I need to keep moving, putting as much distance between me and that mare as I possibly could.