Dust, debris, tiles, and whole rocks are flung every which way in your wake as you fly as close to the ground as possible, and you even skim the surface of one of the rivers feeding it’s many waterfalls at a few points, adding some extra mist to your wake. Dash plus friends followed very closely the whole time, with Pinkie and Rarity trying their best to shoot at you from range, to no avail. While you’d be the first to admit that you ain’t got shit on Rainbow’s speed, you did have a whole mountain’s worth of shit on her in the batshit insane and malevolent flyer department: your circuit throughout the entire city had you turning at sharp, near-ninety-degree angles on a regular basis, darting and weaving between buildings, towers, and other such fixtures, all while using your own power to either punch right through or shred the shit out of the scenery as you went to create shrapnel, roadblocks, and other obstacles for your pursuers to deal with. Given that both you and Dash were creating your own magic contrails, it no doubt looked like some extreme ghetto light-cycle bullshit from a bird’s eye view, the thought of which amused you to no end.