Kicking the crap out of things was very much what Carolina did best, and being an equine made her no less competent at such things. That said, the armor she worse was certainly taking the brunt of things, and there were clear signs of a limp as she backed off from the fireballs that Ammy was redirecting.

When, finally, the last had fallen, she remained standing, waiting in case a new surge of darkness decided to pop out of the shadows beside the barn.

"Well. We found trouble, but that's about it." How irritating.