With three ferocious kicks, the fearless leader of their quaternion lashed out at the Royal Engineer's blackened-bronze armor, knocking the wind out of him and escaping his grasp yet again. Shaking his head, Anonymous paused a moment on one knee to regain his breath. A few hooves away, the brown earth pony, her chest heaving, and her neck covered with sweat-foam, waited for the next attempt on her physical liberty. After almost twenty minutes, Anonymous still hadn't managed to completely wrestle her into submission. 