Mek’s cheer over having had three successful shots was interrupted by Viktor tackling him, (Viktor unarmed: 21+30 = 51) but he was able to stand firm, and had an opportunity to wrestle the aggressing dog back.
There were three slaves beating on the stallion who was trying to protect his filly daughter. By the time Ginger had gotten the slaves away, he was pretty badly beaten up; both of his eyes were so swollen and bruised that he could barely keep them open, and blood was trickling from his mouth where their hooves had tried to break his jaw, but he still had his forelegs around the filly, doing his best to shield her from harm. Despite his efforts, the filly was howling in hysterical terror, and her right foreleg had been twisted badly and seemed to hang loose in its socket. There was a long streak of crimson blood on her shoulder that ran partway down her back; it was hard to determine from here if it was her own blood or somepony else’s.
Sanctity’s shot and words went unheeded. Pent up hatred and resentment was finally being unleashed by the slaves – this was their chance to see long overdue justice finally wrought – and a single warning shot to the heavens was going to do little to prevent it. Several slavers collapsed to the ground under the flail of hoofbeats from the slaves, and any slaver that hadn’t already run was quickly overwhelmed.
It wasn’t easy for Xeshir to catch the fleeing slavers, partly because they were running for their lives, which put a certain energy in their step, but also because they hadn’t all run in the same direction. Still, she was able to follow the majority of them.
(I assume Sanura has disappeared? Haven’t seen her for a while.)