She took a moment to examine herself. Her once immaculate coat had already been marred by sweat, dust, and some minor wounds. An arrow had slashed at her skin just short of her cutie mark, leaving the area flush with the bright-red hue of blood. It stuck out all the more due to the alabaster shine of her coat.
And yet the pain that should have had her on the floor moaning in agony, or at least nursing a nasty wound, gave her no more than a dull ache of protest.