And it turned out that, as usual, she wasn’t alone: Applejack was riding shotgun, and quick as a whip, had lashed you up with some extra-special glowing green ropes: a bright grassy green to your neon green. She wasn’t done there, either: she kicks you away with sufficient force to crack the air like a bullwhip and actually hurt - bad enough to knock the wind outta you - and the two work together to spin you around by the rest of said rope, centrifuging your ass for a solid second or two before you go flying off towards the ground.