Twilight is dumbfounded for all of one-point-five seconds before an elbow drops into her left eye. Unlike the pitiful punch from earlier, this hurts like Tartarus and she yells out as Anon rolls off of her face as her wings spring back open. Holding her no-doubt rapidly swelling eye, Twilight watches through watery sight with the other one as the filly clumsily rights herself in the air and turns to look at her with a smile.