Jonathan parascended into the embassy, glossy croup
dazzling the terrorists of indeterminate ethnicity and creed.
Bullets glanced harmlessly off his adamantium withers
as he rolled a glob of Semtex from the frog of his hoof
and made an apposite horsey pun.
A skewbald cob of foreign descent came from his blindside
(Jonathan was wearing mirrored blinkers)
but Jonathan hoofed a button on his halter
and a knife helicopter stabbed his opponent unto death.
'Thanks for spavin* me,' he said,
then vaulted backwards through the embassy window,
which had been reglazed since he smashed through it,
and so he shattered it again.
Then the embassy exploded.
*a swelling on a horse's back, typically causing stiffness
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