Mildly irritated at herself for her reaction, though she knew perfectly well she could have done nothing else, Celestia beat those outstretched wings, lifting into the air for a better vantage point on the fight -- and protection from the floor-darting Toximanders.

She kept to the same attack pattern, slashing sunbeams at every Nightmare she saw with quiet determination. For now she wasn't going to vary her pattern, both because she didn't want to trip up her companions any further, and because her magic attacks were the most direct and effective way of attacking.