Impressive was Rarity’s last thought before she was thrown onto her back. It was like being bowled over by a very soft, very silky cannonball. There, standing atop her, was something that bore a vague resemblance to Fluttershy, but had the wildly twisted features of a thing possessed. Its eyes were alight with a mad incandescence, and its mouth gibbered unintelligibly, although Rarity made out something that might have been “carrot thief”.

Mud, Sweat and Tears. Schlammcatchen mit Rarity und Fluttershy. Ja, ehrlich.

Ich war mir bisher nie bewußt, daß Fluttershy Druide/Berserker dualclasst.