Skye had been unable to move the second his face had appeared. Tears blocked her vision, a fiery pain engulfed her throat, muting her.
QuickJet.
She began to sob, and her mind went numb. She felt her heart mend together with a wrenching snap, hurting her chest. Someone lifted her, but she didn't care. He was alive, he was ok....
Jet smiled weakly and tiredly at his crying fiancee. He glanced over at the flames, shoving his glasses up to his eyes. He turned to Ace.
"Give her to me, " He said softly. "I'm her husband." But staring at her, he changed his mind.
Quickjet knew he needed a way to get away from the innocents. He pulled the yellow cord from his shoulder, releasing the catch for his rocket. It exploded into its final working form onto his back, almost twice his size, and at nearly sixteen hands high, this was nothing to scoff at. A menagerie of hard core machinery and cold metal that was about to become not so cold.
"Who wants to roast some bad guys?" He shouted, snapping the jet around, aiming it at the enemy lines.
Jet reared up on his two hind legs and growled loudly.
"Come at me!"
He grinned at Ace, inviting question as to whether or not he was capable of protecting them.
Skye sunk lower into unconciousness as her pain at seeing that Quickjet was alive complimented the pain of the necklace shattering. No feeling was around her, no sight or sound. As long as he was ok.....
But this was her fight, wasn't it? If she hadn't insisted on a wedding in that beautiful empire....
Well darling, that would be quite dissapointing if you blamed all of this dirty mess on your lover instead of showing him all you've got. You've still got a wedding to plan....don't you?
Skye searched within her own mind for the source of the voice, failing. "Hello?!" She screamed. The smooth Canterlot accent faded away with a slight giggle, and SkyeRibbon awoke to see a dangerous QuickJet on two legs who then beamed at the other pony.
She laughed.
"Darling!"