The wind whistles past my ears as I remain locked on to my target. I don’t think he sees me coming; his back is turned, and he isn’t even really moving. He’s just floating there in the air, magically throwing shrapnel and large boulders at my friends. From this distance I can start to see my friends down below as they run and try to dodge underneath him. They are all still alive, but most of them are limping, and several of them have blood on their coats. I narrow my eyes and fly faster.

I’m only seconds away, and I can feel the slipstream start to press against my skin. I start to feel lightheaded from the blood loss, and my entire body is screaming in agony, begging me to stop, but I ignore it all. Just a few more seconds, faster, faster…

I extend out my only unbroken limb and hold my hoof forward like a spear. I aim right for the back of Discord’s head, and I close the last hundred feet in under a second as I feel myself start to push through the sound barrier. The last thing I see is his ear flicking, and Discord curiously turns around to see what’s coming.

He doesn’t even have time to blink.