"Go on get! Get out of here!" Mr.Cake shouts as he walks closer turning his head to getting ready to swing the broom at us. As he twisted his neck making the broom whip through the air. I barely have enough time to duck low enough to keep me and Peewee out of harm's way. The force of that broom is not joke, with Mr.Cake's earth pony strength it would hurt like Tartarus if he hit me.