He heard panting. Forcing himself to get up and failing miserably, Handy collapsed on his back from the sideways position he had initially fell. He brought his head around. The mare was breathing heavily and looking at Handy. Her slit eyes were dilated alarmingly and her ears were flicking erratically. He tried to push himself up, and the pony bared her fangs in a hiss and jumped, clamping both hooves on his chest, pushing him back to the ground and bringing her hoof blades close to his throat. Oh look at that, she was pissed. Good times are ahead, surely!