Moonspear small boats of fire are falling from the sky

A foot came to her face- hitting her right in the eye and hurting like hell. Immediately she winced, eye shutting tightly while tears leaked from the edges. Her muzzle wrinkled as if she would snarl, but her courage fell apart, and she began to sniffle, crying at the pain while her heart burning fiercely with a hate for the boy. She whined quietly, though kept it subdued- not wanting to bring more attention to herself than necessary in such a pitiful state.