“You ready?”
A griffon looked over to his ally. “Born.”
The group of griffons and ponies grabbed their crossbows and got ready. They looked over to the Lieutenant who nodded and passed a stick of dynamite to another griffon, who’d been wearing a vest of dynamite. He took a breath and took the dynamite stick and a lighter.
The Lieutenant reached his hoof over and opened the wagon door, letting the soldiers out and onto the streets of Manehattan.
The griffon noticed a mother and her son walking right in front of him. They stopped and stared at the group in horror.
The crowd broke out in a panic as the griffon raised his lighter before...