"No!" Whiplash shouted, as she flew from the stands into the arena. (Sorry, I don't know if I'm allowed to do that. If not, I'll change it.) The Pegasus dropped onto the ground by the dying Crimson, and gently lifted him onto her back. "You're not dying on me, Crimson," she said through gritted teeth. Whiplash felt the stallion's breathing shallow, and she gingerly began to carry him to the infirmary. "Idiot. You shouldn't have exerted yourself like this," she whispered, looking at Crimson.