She was sure about one thing, though. She wasn’t going to leave the helmet and run. She could make her stand here—against Celestia’s servants, first. Then, perhaps, against the tyrant herself. Wish I had some explosives. Maybe some weapons. As she thought it, the air around her shimmered, momentarily darkening. She noticed it then—a slight heaviness in the armor. Somehow, she realized she had drained an incredible amount of energy from what she was wearing. It seemed to speed her just a little less than before.