Not wanting Atchmon to think she was in danger, the angry unicorn mare threw a silent fit. Rarity bucked, reared, stomped, and raked her hooves across the dirt-covered ground. Once her initial mad was over, she stood there panting and snorting in the aftermath of her tantrum. She knew it was most unbecoming of a lady to act like that, but she didn't care, she needed to vent. 