Miette sat on the sidelines watching Pirnce Harry and some of his friends play polo.
Polo. Such an odd sport, Miette thought. But then, she supposed it wasn't exactly the kind of sport they played in schools any more. Assuming they ever did. She considered for a moment, wondering what exactly was the popular sport history of polo, and then decided her speculating was rather pointless, as, if she were really interested later she could probably look up the information on the net.
And she wasn't that interested in sports.
Suddenly, Harry's horse dropped, blood dripping from its flank. Harry slipped out, partly on purpose, partly because he had no other choice, and inspected him. But his security team was already in gear. Somehow a terrorist shooter had managed to get through, despite all their efforts and precautions. Miette zipped over to cloak the Prince and provide a holographic target.
"He's dead!" Harry cried.
There was an odd look in his eye that Miette found a little disconcerting. The next thing she knew, she hand automatically turned herself into light.
She had heard about Prince Harry's power, but never seen it in action. That's why he had gone to 'rehab' - to learn how to control his dangerous mutant ability. And you thought it was because he was doing pot.
Harry raced towards the assailant with astonishing speed. Despite alien efforts, he latched onto the would be assasin and began... well, Miette looked away, not wanting to watch. Fortunately (for the assasin) one of the security guards was telekinetic, and was able to grab hold of Harry and pull him away in his Beserker Rage.
The security force managed to dal with the assailant, but Harr was still raging. At last Miette came back over to him and told him that his horse was okay - alive.
"Arrrrghhhhhh..."
Miette raised her eyebrows. She didn't realise that Harry being in his beserker rage meant that his intelligibility went down. She signalled for his horse to be brought forward - one of the team was a healer and had taken care of him.
"See? He's all right."
Harry stopped struggling. He stared at his horse, then gradually, the rage seemed to subside. The telekinetic left him go and he dropped to the ground, panting a little.
"Thank you," he said softly, and wrapped his arms around his animal companion.