As Honour pulled a javelin off her back and snapped it together and Anonymous raised his fists up in a fighting stance, Artemis turned her body to face outwards from her VIP and her Anti-Air unicorn, eyes darting between the six cloaked batponies in front of and above her. Her armor was heavier than theirs, she was certain, and their diving attacks should be unable to penetrate it. It was just a matter of making sure they didn't bludgeon her anywhere important, like her head. 