A dull snap fills the silence as the stallion slams into the ground, Laura nearly getting squished beneath his back. Feeling the all to familiar uniform brushing against her skin Laura wriggles her right leg out from under Tempest's side. The stallion groans in pain as he gets to his feet as well, his right wing bent at an odd angle. "Judging from the looks of things what ever that overgrown bird did sent us back to the Civil War. From the looks of your wing we won't be going very far any time soon," Laura says as she surveys her surroundings. Her leg aches from having a horse fall on it but she ignores it, shoving it to the back of her mind.