One Round Only: The

So Magnus, this guy, this bird, he's on his high horse (the horse is perfectly sober, the horse was a policeman on active police duty at the time of the rustling/kidnapping/foalnapping/caught napping) and there was a car chase like it's nobody's business where Magnus and his horse now, motherfuckers, are going,

and then there's brevity,
the soul of who gives a shit.

And now we're here. Here's quite lacking in company in vein of unicorns or cowboys or lost dogs or the like, and even more lacking in a goddamn clue.

The city's on Magnus on-the-horse's left, churning and screaming at the ground and giving his horse, shut your long face and just roll with it ok Police Neighcademy?
It's costing Magnus a pretty buck as the horse panics around under him and it's taking all his fingery limbs to stay on the damn thing.

"There's gotta be a way up on that thing," says Magnus, and the horse is far from convinced and by god does Magnus want to take his shirt off.