Her paws were in front of her, ready to claw and hold on to anything insight. Her paws and arms would guide, and glide her through the air.

Through the air, she looked at her target that was getting lower and lower from her reach due to gravity. He was sinking, and he could have the upperpaw...
But, she wasn't going to let that happen.

She reached her target, and her eyes were fixed on where the shard was... The shard was located in the stomach of the male pony.

Her claws sank deep into her target, not letting them part.

She took a deep breath, and then she did it.

She bared her fangs into the exact spot of where the shard was.

I remember reading books, and getting to the climax of the main protagonist having to face something they didn't want to do. In most cases, they had to do it, but they still didn't want to. They did it anyway, because they knew it was for the better of the world. I always wondered what that feeling of having to do something for the better against your own will?
I couldn't remember if I had to face that feeling before, but, I still wondered what it felt like.
Was it extreme fear over top of sadness?
Was it the feeling of wanting to back out, but you couldn't?
Was it a feeling of neverending paradoxes that built up inside of your mind before you made the decision to do it?
Or was it something completely different... A feeling that was never felt before?
I knew that once you were in that moment of the decision happening, you couldn't stop anything. Time would be your greatest enemy in that moment, because whatever happened in that small amount of time...
It couldn't be fixed.