The cream colored pegasus was lying sideways on what Specialist Artemis Sparkshower -- that’s who she was, right? -- was hazily presuming to be the drill yard's well-worn turf. Everything was a blur, except for the memory of a deafening noise, a sudden jerk of movement, and then seeing sky-ground-sky-ground-sky-ground-sky-GROUND. That last one being accompanied by a spray of earth and another forceful blow.