“Son of a—!” Anonymous flew backwards only to roll up the hill upon touching the dirt. “Why am I being flung around like a ragdoll today?” His body was lying down on the ground stomach up, having to look up at the star studded sky. “Ha. So that’s what I’m fighting for? Not that bad actually.” He smiles, before a yellow pegasus came into view. His instincts kick in to cover his head. 