(SE) dreams like coins down a well

Ronin is usually the one doing the tricking, and as a result, he's become what one would consider complacent as he swans through the Greatwood. No one ever decides to pull a fast one on him in return, so it's safe to assume that he's not expecting... anything. Anything at all. He's headed towards the waterfall to leave a little something at the Frey shrine as a sort of apology for what he'll soon be doing to the deity's newest demigod, and so his attention is absolutely turned inward when he activates the tripwire. The splat! is spectacular as he's drenched in bright crimson, Ronin yelping - loudly - and letting dragon wings all but explode from his shoulders as he claws at his face. A snarl rips through the air in his surprise, the Huntsman clearing some of the lichen from his eyes and nose before he realises exactly what it is. "What the fuck...?" ronypony it's always nice to make an impression