>You yell, “Witness me!” in the loudest voice you can muster.
>The crowd begins to cheer louder, and the filly’s nervous shaking intensifies.
>You see the fillies bottom lip quiver a bit before you charges at you, spear first, with her eyes closed. You block the spear with your shield and bash her muzzle with the shield as she follows through. The filly reels back and regains her barrings. Her nose is now bleeding and tears are running down her face, but she is keeping a tight grip on her spear.