Luna has yet to part from the comfort of her tree and from what she has observed from her sporadic checking the students have moved on from the initial area to find better sap. Much to Luna's surprise Trixie actually brought with her more than one jar. Not that the eight other jars are as big as the one Professor Soil gave them, but Luna will let Team PART(ie) figure that out how they are going to carry them, for as of now she is too preoccupied with her relaxation to care about idiocy.

Speaking of relaxation, Luna has been hearing the same pleasant humming for quite some time and it has certainly eased her mood. If anything, she feels like she can fall asleep right on the spot. Her muscles are certainly relaxed enough and her blinking is slow, like a heavy door sliding up and down. She has even found herself yawning. But she cannot fall asleep just yet. She still has to beat the one eyed, cyborg genius bomber that has been chasing her around the map with those stupid remote controlled bombs. There's also the students. They are kind of important, too.

As Luna runs in circles on the square map, planting bombs everywhere she can to stop the evil bombs chasing her, her screen suddenly shrinks down to display Astro and how low his levels have dropped. With that unpleasant sight, she scoffs and cranes her head up to the tree canopy.

“Oh, great,” mutters Luna.

She stands up, yawns and shakes her head, and then presses a circular device clipped to her ear. It unfolds to a thin eye-piece and one quick link up later and she has Astro's location being pinned. She proceeds to run towards the marker, but a minute later the ground shakes.

Luna skids to a stop and places her hand on her pistol as her tired eyes glide over the scenery. Her bones rattle as the ground rumbles and splits, and trees snap and groan as something rises out of the ground barely thirty yards from her. She turns to the beast and her eyes widen as she cranes her head up to look at the rising beast. When it is fully up, Luna is covered in its shadow, and it slams its massive stumps of hands into the ground, shaking the earth. Then it opens its mouth for a challenging roar, revealing a swirling orb of orange in the back of its throat, and Luna grins and draws her weapon.

“Do your worst, vermin!” says Luna.

The two charge and-

Flash's face is crushed against a tree, and while he struggles to regain his footing and focus Thorn slashes him across the chest, sending him twirling to the ground and face planting the dirt. Flash coughs and sputters out leafs while getting on his hands and knees, but Thorn kicks him in the ribs, dropping him.

“You really should not have done that,” says Thorn.

He kicks out another cry of pain from Flash.

“Now I'm going to kick your ass and the ass of your girls,” says Thorn.

“I don't care what you do to me but you are not hurting my team,” says Flash, glaring up at Thorn with reddened eyes.

Thorn goes for another kick, but Flash grabs his foot and twists it, flinging Thorn to the ground. Thorn grunts upon impact and Flash scrambles to his weapon and brings it to bear, but by the time this happens Thorn is already up and charging with his shotgun aimed at him. Flash rolls out of the way of the first blast, comes to a stop at a kneel and fires off a trio of shots that Thorn easily dodges.

Smoking dirt and pieces of trees scatter, and Flash charges Thorn while his gun switches back into an ax and when he is close enough he brings the weapon down. Thorn uses his shotgun to block the attack and he kicks Flash back. His feet clumsily try to find footing in the ground and right as he stops he transforms his ax back into the gun and swings to shoot.

Thorn dodges the first shot and whacks his aim off for the second, blowing off a chunk of a nearby tree. Thorn then tries to shoot Flash, but he is elbowed in the chest. Thorn stumbles and the blast narrowly misses Flash's foot, spraying dirt up all around him. With Thorn stumbling, Flash screams and swings his ax towards Thorn's head. A quick rise of the shotgun blocks it, and a hard twist yanks the ax from Flash's hands. The weapon clatters to the ground and when Thorn brings his shotgun to bear, Flash grabs the weapon and pushes it against Thorn's chest.

The two grunt and growl as they push back and forth. Flash's face is coated in sweat and his legs quiver as his heart pounds chaotically against his ribs. His snarl meets Thorn's, and every inch Flash pushes is lost when Thorn pushes two inches back, forcing him to slide his foot farther back for a brace and his back to bend backwards. Right after Flash blinks sweat out of his eyes his vision flares white and everything becomes a blur as he falls flat on his back, head throbbing and ears ringing. After his vision clears up, he sees Thorn stands above him, rubbing his forehead, and before he can react, his opponent's boot squishes his gut, explosively forcing all the air out of him.

Flash curls on the ground, coughing and wheezing while Thorn towers over him, shaking his head.

“Such a shame,” says Thorn. He grabs Flash by his throat and hoists him up so that his feet are dangling, and he talks over his gulps and gags and ignores the clawing against the wrists. “We had such a great friendship and you do this to me. Now your whole team is going to pay because of you.”

“You're not hurting my team,” says Flash, his words barely heard from his choking.

“Just you watch.”

Thorn coils his arm and aims his claws at Flash's stomach, and Flash closes his eyes. Once he closes his eyes a pulse of energy flows through him. It is warm, serene, and he feels a bump against him but no pain. He hears a crackle and a ripple as well as Thorn screaming in pain, and when he opens his eyes he finds himself on the ground with a thin golden shell cracked while Thorn is a good distance back, holding his hand, his claws smoking and broken down to size.

“Faust-damn it!” cries Thorn with tears in his eyes. “Fucking shit, man! Damn!”

Flash gets up, growling and vision red, and he grabs his ax and hobbles towards Thorn. When he is within swinging distance he roars and swings his ax against Thorn's side. Thorn's aura shield sparks and he gasps and barely catches himself when he falls to his knees. Thorn tries to push himself, but Flash strikes Thorn on the back with a vicious yell. His enemy's shield flickers and pieces fall off and fade into the grass, and Flash tries to go for another strike, but Thorn rolls out of the way, leaving the ground to take the beating.

Thorn swipes at Flash with his other claw, causing him to stumble and large gashes to damage his shell, but he quickly recovers and slashes Thorn across the chest. Thorn flies off of his feet and lands on his back, kicking up mulch upon impact, and when he tries to stand up Flash stomps on his chest and presses down on him while his ax morphs into his gun.

“Stay away from my team,” says Flash.

Thorn starts to raise his hands, but Flash cocks his weapon and aims the glowing spearheads from his barrel at Thorn's nose.

“Don't move your hands!” orders Flash. “You stay away from my team, got it!”

Thin lines of red trace Thorn's teeth when his lips gradually part for a smile, and he presses his palms on the ground, nodding and breathing heavily through his nose. “Sure thing, buddy. By the way, we got company.”

Thorn jerks his eyes not so subtly to the side, and after some hesitation Flash looks to where his nemesis motioned and sees his team standing there. All holding jars of sap and a variety of expressions. Rainbow Dash is sporting a wide grin and has stars sparkling in her cerise eyes. She seems to be vibrating, too. Octavia has a neutral expression, but after seeing the hidden blade she carries around Flash is not liking the way her finger is twitching. Lastly there is Twilight. She has her jar clamped to her side and her jaw is slack while the glasses she has on make her shocked eyes appear bigger than they really are.

“Oh. My. Gosh. That was awesome!” squeals Rainbow Dash.

“Wait, you guys watched?” says Flash.

“It was Twilight's idea.”

Flash looks at Twilight, and she smiles sheepishly and averts her eyes as her cheeks flare.

Flash frowns. “That's really messed up.”

Then Thorn looks at Octavia and winks, clicking his tongue. “Hey there, hot stuff. You single?”

Octavia looks at Flash. “Can I kill him?”

“No.” Flash steps off of Thorn and holds his hand out to him, staring down at him minatorily. “We're done fighting, right, Thorn?”

“Yeah, we're done.” Thorn grips Flash's wrist, and after being helped up he looks him in the eyes and smirks as he pats his shoulder. “For now.”

Thorn pulls away from Flash, meeting the glare with an easygoing smile as he walks backwards, hands out and carefully picking up his weapon, which is met with Octavia and Flash aiming their guns at him. Thorn slowly puts his shotgun on his scabbard, keeping one hand extended and darting his eyes to and from Flash and Astro.

“By the way, there's a couple of things I need to say before I go,” says Thorn. “First, you might want to wake up Astro yourself. Secondly, when I said company I was not talking about your line of models.”

“What are you talking about?” says Flash.

There is a distant roar and Team FORT spins towards the direction of the sound. Twilight is quick to whip out her spear and morph it into her rifle and Dash stuffs her jar in a sack tied to her waist and pulls out her two SMGs. When Flash looks over his shoulder he sees Thorn is nowhere in sight, but Astro is still laying on the ground next to the box of terrorjackers.

There is another roar, and this time it is closer with a few more war cries with it. The group steps back, eyes darting to every tree they can see, fingers tense and hearts beating like fast, deep drums. Flash's throat feels particularly dry at this point, and the ever approaching roaring and howling is not doing anything to help him.

“Spriggans! Eight o'clock!” shouts Octavia.

Flash turns to Octavia just in time to see her fire a burst at a leafy monster wrapped in vines and bark. The humanoid creature howls and flails on the ground as chunks of bark and squirts of red sap are ejected from it, splattering the tree next to it.

“No, what are you doing? Don't draw them to us!” says Flash.

Four more of the tree creatures appear. Their long, curved claws of sharp wood extend from their hands and horn like branches protrude from their shoulders and head. Their eyes and open mouths glow orange, and their root-like feet rip apart the ground as they run towards them. And behind them, half a dozen more are spotted running through the trees.

“Run!” orders Flash. He swiftly slides his ax-gun on his back, slings Astro over his shoulder, grabs the sniper rifle and waves towards his team, who has completely disobeyed him and are now firing sporadically into the forest. “Stop shooting and start running! Get to the extraction point! Go! Go! Go!”

His team stops shooting and they run with Flash. His spine quickly feels the crushing burden of his weapon, plus Astro and his armor and weapon, and despite his best efforts the fallen student flops against him like dead meat. His heart beats thrice for every step and his dry throat cracks and bleeds, staining his tongue with a copper taste. He looks to his side and sees a Spriggan running towards them, but it is cut down by a duel barrage of tiny energy bolts. It crumbles to the ground, howling and bleeding sap, and Rainbow Dash runs ahead towards two more Spriggans that try to intercept them, shooting down one and stabbing the other in the chest before shooting it under the chin. The back of its wooden skull explodes all over the mulch, and after she kicks it off the Spriggan falls stiffly and her bayonet drips with the red sap.

To make things more chaotic, Flash hears a buzzing swarm to go along with the war cries of the Spriggans. A quick glance over his shoulder reveals a pair of the tree monsters flailing next to a wrecked box surrounded by a swarm of terrorjackers.

He looks back ahead and is thankful that the path is clear.For now.

“Dash, you're point. Octavia, you're rear. Twilight, by me,” says Flash.

There is no debate. Octavia slows her pace while Rainbow Dash runs ahead, and Twilight switches her rifle into her spear and slings her shield in front of her, and the team keeps running.

Pinkie Pie, Applejack and Rarity stand in front of Trixie, watching her lay curled on the ground, her mouth and chin smeared with the purple coloring of the red sap and her eyes zigzagging all around. In her iron grip is one of her many jars, now empty, and her stained teeth exposed from her wide smile.

“Trixie sees sound. Heheheheh. Sound sound sound, SAP!” Trixie shudders and looks at Applejack. “You will make a fine man, my delicious apple pie. Heheheheh.”

Pinkie Pie and Rarity look at Applejack, and she looks at Trixie, lips curled to a bemused frown, hands on her hips and head shaking.

“Way too much sugar, hun,” says Applejack.

“Do you think we should tell Faustsend?” asks Rarity, now looking back at Trixie with the other two.

“Nah, she's fine,” says Pinkie Pie.

“Fine? Look at her! She's in a sugar shock and called Applejack an apple pie!”

Pinkie Pie shrugs. “So? Do you know how many times I've had a sugar shock?”

Rarity frowns. “No, and I really don't want to.”

“Fifty eight. They're not that bad.”

Rarity's jaw drops. “How are you not diabetic?”

Pinkie Pie sniffs deeply and stares up dramatically. “One of life's great mysteries.”

The forest becomes still and quiet, save for Trixie's giggling and mumbling, as Rarity and Applejack stare at Pinkie Pie, who has yet to break her pose. That is, until the ground rumbles.

“Did you guys hear that?” asks Pinkie Pie.

“Eeyup,” says Applejack as she activates her wrist guns.

There is a distant roar, followed by gunfire, both near and far.

“How about that?” says Pinkie Pie, now taking out her hammer.

Rarity's blades snap out and she curls her body into a defensive stance. “I heard that, too.”

There is a whistling sound, and the trio looks around, and then up, and they all scream and dive out of the way as a blur impacts the ground at an angle. Dirt and mulch flies up as the object skids into the dirt, leaving a trench that gets deeper the farther it goes. When it finally comes to a stop there is a cloud of dust and splinters, and the tree the object hits groans, snaps and falls on top of whatever the object was, kicking up more dirt with explosive force. The trio cringes and Trixie laughs.

“What was that?” says Applejack.

Before anyone can answer there is a bright blue beam accompanied by a high pitched whistle that breaks through the tree. The tree then explodes in a blinding flash of light that scatters smoldering chunks of wood in every direction and covers the surrounding area in a choking fog.

Team PART(ie) coughs and closes their eyes, and seconds later when Pinkie Pie opens her eyes she sees someone marching through the haze, eyes glowing blue like the gems in her pistol. Her bayonet is sparking as well and when the shroud ceases Pinkie Pie gasps joyously and waves.

“Hi, VP Luna!” says Pinkie Pie.

Luna keeps on walking, eyes narrowed and her bruised face scrunched from her snarl. Her ponytail has come loose, allowing her hair to flow freely, her cape and tunic are ripped, exposing her white undershirt.

“Get to the extraction point,” orders Luna.

“Do you need help?” asks Pinkie Pie.

“You'll only get in the way.”

The ground shakes and trees are knocked aside, spraying splinters and mulch all over the forest, and Pinkie Pie's eyes shrink to dots and her hands grip her hammer tight as her body shivers from a very cold, death promising feeling. She knows her team feels the same way, too, if their hair standing, shrieks of fright are proof enough. Besides, it is not every day one encounters a fifty foot tall monster with six glowing orange eyes made of thick wooden hide that is wrapped in gnarled roots, razor sharp thorns, leafs, bristling spines of sharp bark and stubby hands that have enormous claws.

“Its a thingy!” cries Pinkie Pie.

“Its a big monster!” yells Applejack.

“Its a Spriggan Lord!” screams Rarity.

“Heheheh. Monsters,” giggles Trixie.

“Get to the extraction point, now!” says Luna.

Luna charges the Spriggan Lord, yelling defiantly as the beast roars, blowing out Pinkie Pie's hearing and vibrating the earth and the leafs off of the trees. Her ears ring and vision becomes a mess of stretching and compressing and spinning. To Pinkie Pie's amazement Luna appears to have no ill effect from this and leaps on the creature's arm, clambers up to its shoulder and unleashes a barrage of blue energy bolts into its temple while gripping one of the many roots snaking around it. Bits and pieces of charred wood pop off of it, and the beast howls and slams its hand towards Luna, but she nimbly avoids it by using a root to slide down, and she she stops her descent by stabbing the monster in the ribs with her gun. She then fires point blank into it, spraying out more chunks of broken wood and covering her with smoke and sap that bleeds from its wound.

“Pinkie, let's go!” hollers Applejack.

Pinkie Pie breaks her eyes from the scene and sees Applejack waving at her with Trixie slung over her shoulder and Rarity next to her. Pinkie Pie takes another look back and sees Luna has somehow climbed on top of the Spriggan Lord's head and is now shooting directly into its skull.

Pinkie Pie swallows and after fighting against a heavy weight keeping her legs in place she runs towards her team. The other two run into the woods and Pinkie Pie swears under her breath when she sees a large swarm of Spriggans running towards them.

“Oh, dear, we got company,” says Rarity.

“Okay, keep it tight, girls,” says Pinkie Pie.

Rarity then turns into her ball and streaks towards a Spriggan, knocking it off of its feet and using its body to bounce towards another Spriggan. That, too, is knocked off of its feet with a yelp and Rarity continues pinballing off of the many Spriggans in the area. Despite the impressive display, Pinkie Pie still points her hand at Rarity, scoffing.

“What did I just say!? Rarity, what did I just say?” says Pinkie Pie.

Trixie suddenly lands in front of her, still curled and giggling, and with her hand still up, she looks down at her for a moment before she looks at her cousin, who is pummeling a Spriggan to pieces.

“Seriously? Come on, Applejack!” says Pinkie Pie, slapping her hand down.

“Sorry, 'cuz, gotta clear the area first,” says Applejack. “Keep watch over Trixie, will ya?”

Pinkie Pie slams her palm against her face, growling and when she pulls her hand off she sees Applejack punching a Spriggan square in the face. Its head explodes in a ball of fire, and as it falls Applejack blocks another Spriggan's claws with her gauntlet and punches it in the gut. Its charred guts burst from the back and Applejack slams the corpse down on another Spriggan. It screeches and pieces of its body snap from the impact, but it falls silent after she stomps its head. There is another roar and Applejack turns toward three Spriggans that are running towards her, flailing their claws madly. She grins and runs towards them and when the first one swings she side steps it and punches it in the back of the head. It crashes into the ground with only a bottom jaw left of its head, and she slides underneath another swing and shoots the next Spriggan in the chest. After that she rolls to her feet and punches two more shots into the final Spriggan's back. It doesn't make a sound as it falls, and after Applejack stands up, she brushes herself off and smiles at Pinkie Pie.

“Coast is clear,” says Applejack, smiling. That smile fades though when she does a quick look around. “Eh, where's Trixie?”

Pinkie Pie looks to where Trixie is supposed to be, only to see a portal disappearing. She and Applejack look around and see Trixie off in the distance wildly slashing at a group of Spriggans using more portals and amateur attacks, and she is completely ignorant of the converging Spriggans that are surrounding her.

“Ha ha! Die, monsters, die!” says Trixie, her echoing voice faint.

Applejack shakes her head and she and Pinkie Pie run towards Trixie, passing Rarity along the way as she continues her pinball assault on the tree creatures.

“Dang nabbit! That girl ain't got any sense!” says Applejack.

“Something quipy,” grumbles Pinkie Pie.

“What?”

“Spriggan!”

Pinkie Pie's feet slide on the mulch from her attempts to stop herself from running into a swinging Spriggan. It works for the most part since the beast's swipe comes early and she runs right into it. The two roll over each other as a sprawled mess, and after a quick scramble Pinkie Pie gets back on her feet and uses her hammer's jet boost to swat the Spriggan in the butt. The monsters scream becomes distant as it rockets into the air and disappears from sight, but while Pinkie Pie is admiring her strike she does not notice another Spriggan until it slashes her across the back. The pain is dulled to a mere thump and her aura flashes and crackles as she falls flat on her face with her hammer out of her grip. She pushes herself up on her hands and knees, spitting out leafs and gagging, and she eeps and scrambles away when the same Spriggan takes a jab at her. With her lucky dodge the creature stabs the ground and Pinkie Pie grabs her hammer and yells out a war cry as she swings her weapon at the monster, spinning down to the kneeling position. When she stops her back is to the Spriggan, and the monster collapses in heap on the group with a chunk of its side blown out and sap gushing all over the ground.

Pinkie Pie stands up and rests her hammer against her shoulder and marveling at her kill.

“And that is why you don't mess with rock farmers,” says Pinkie Pie.

After her sentence, she barely sees another claw going towards her out of the corner of her eye, and she yelps and jumps backwards. The Spriggan staggers forward and Pinkie Pie swings her hammer against the Spriggan's back with a jet stream of energy ejecting from her hammer. Splinters fly and the beast disappears in a cloud of ejected debris when it hits the ground with a loud thud. Another Spriggan takes a swing at her, but she pivots out of the way and blasts it through the side with her cannon, leaving just the legs standing while the top half spins away as a smoking mess.

After that, Pinkie Pie looks around, jerking her head in every direction possible, and feels just a tad bit lighter when she sees Applejack dragging Trixie away from a circle of dead monsters, waving and hollering at her.

Nearby is Flash with his team in the clearing of the extraction point, and he is tossing an unconscious Astro in front of Drake, who immediately turns to Thorn with a death glare. Thorn, however, cannot see this since his back is facing Drake and his attention is putting as much energized buckshot as possible into the Spriggan swarm. Luckily, Fluttershy is there and presses her palm on his chest. Her palm glows green and Astro wakes up, coughing. As this happens, Team AVAS, her teammates and Flash's teammates unleash hell on the swarm of Spriggans with an apparently endless supply of energy projectiles.

As Applejack punches and kicks fiery, shotgun like projectiles, Trixie uses an insane amount of portals and speed zones to hop through, zip along and slice and dice the Spriggans without much chance of them striking back. That said, her kill streak of a dozen Spriggans comes to an unfortunate end when Aria Blaze shoots her with a fireball from a grenade launcher-flamethrower hybrid. The blasts knocks Trixie into a nearby tree, and when she gets up, her sugar rush smile is replaced with red faced, vein throbbing, teeth gritting rage. She shakes her fist at Aria Blaze, completely oblivious to Applejack punching away a Spriggan that was about to take full advantage of her distraction.

“Vos di baren!? Watch where you're shooting!” yells Trixie.

“Then stop jumping all over the place, you moron!” shouts Aria Blaze.

She then shoots just above Trixie's head to fire bomb a Spriggan that made its way up a tree. Trixie ducks from the shot and she looks at the corpse when its burning body lands next to her, and then back at Aria, growling and grinding her teeth. Aria merely shrugs and casually shoots another Spriggan.

Pinkie Pie looks past the group and blinks, then gets a bad case chills in her bones when she sees dozens of distant Spriggans running closer to the group. With half of her team already with the group she feels a very urgent tug directed towards that spot, so she runs faster and charges her hammer, passing Rarity along the way. Her teammate has exited her ball form and is now nimbly dodging and countering each Spriggan with graceful, fluid motions and clean cuts that leaves her targets lying dead at her feet.

“Rarity, get to the group, right now!” orders Pinkie Pie viciously.

Rarity pauses for a second and looks at Pinkie Pie with some shock, but eventually nods and runs after her, weaving through and slicing more Spriggans that try to intercept them, splattering her in sticky sap.

Pinkie Pie keeps her eyes on the group of fighting students, but out of her peripheral vision she sees the Spirggan Lord crashing into the ground from a blue beam striking it in the chest. The ground shakes and earth is kicked up in a choking cloud that rolls through the trees and covers Pinkie Pie and Rarity. Pinkie Pie keeps on running despite her lungs and eyes burning, and her hammer's ever increasing glow from its sparks serve as source of light.

Very quickly the cloud breaks down to a lingering haze and Pinkie can see Luna's gunfire streaking through the forest and beast, leaving a trail of destruction with everything it touches. The Vice Principle is also heard shouting archaic phrases at the screaming demon as it luges forward, decimating the ground and flinging more debris.

By this point Pinkie Pie is near the group of students and her heart beats like a trapped humming bird while her breathing has become heavy. Every part of her hurts from the charge she is putting into her hammer. She runs past Fluttershy, who is keeping her green aura covered hands extended and is protected by Drake and Astro, despite the latter looking dazed. All the students appear to be covered in green, as well, and when Pinkie Pie enters the circle she feels the pressure fading from her organs. The feeling gives her a boost in speed and when Applejack curves to slam a Spriggan down she uses her cousin's back as a vaulting board, unintentionally pushing her face first in the ground. With the leap, Pinkie Pie activates her hammer's booster and rockets herself past the tree line. She tilts her body and right as she is facing the group of demons below time slows for a crawl just for a second as her thumb brushes against her booster button.

“BANZAI!” screams Pinkie Pie.

The Spriggans look up and the last thing they see before they are engulfed in an explosion is a pink blur coming down on them with an electric hell-storm of blue trailing it. The blast creates a mushroom cloud and blows everybody off of their feet. Bark is stripped, weak branches and leafs fly away and the screams of dying Spriggans are drowned in the ear breaking boom. Heavy smoke lingers and students cough and call out to their teammates, but Pinkie Pie remains still in her crater, panting with sweat dripping off of her nose and soaking her hair down to her forehead and neck. Her hammer sparking weakly and she looks up at the burnt mulch while Spriggan body parts rain down around her.

Pinkie Pie swallows dryly and with a grunt and hard pull she gets her hammer out of the ground, leaving a cracking hole behind. She takes a long, deep breath and climbs out of the crater. Her legs feel loose, as does her arms and she has to use her hammer to help her walk. During her ascension her head and heart throb and once she is out of the crater she is met with fifteen pairs of eyes. She sees Luna approaching them from the distance, too. Their Vice Principle is reloading her pistol and is covered in sap, twigs, cuts bruises and mud. Her outfit is ripped and ruffled in just about every spot imaginable ad even from the distance Pinkie Pie can tell that Luna is royally pissed. But that does not stop her from flashing a cheeky smile. And as she smiles, she leans forward on her hammer, her head now feeling like it is about to float way and her vision fading to black.

“And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why you don't mess with rock farmers,” says Pinkie Pie.

Then she stiffly falls face first in the dirt and blacks out.