Atempt A -Defying Leap Over The Caved In Wreckage

No way to stop, no way to swerve, you have only one realistic option, you accelerate from a gallop to a full sprint, and attempt to leap THROUGH the flames to safety.

I want to be able to tell you that you make it, that you emerge on the other side to the gasping of the townspeople and the whinnies of the horses that you've saved today, but the nature of the medium doesn't let me be an unreliable narrator, so I can't.

Oh, sure, maybe if you were a Friesian mare or a Lippizana, you might have made that **** leap out of the burning barn and escaped with only some singed hair, minor burns, and smoke inhalation for your troubles, but you're not, you're a fancifully colorful PONY. Try as you might, with the best will in the world, your legs just don't have the length to propel that sort of leap...

You land amidst the wreckage, and your right forehoof comes down badly on a burning beam, you stumble, trip, and your right foreleg twists in a way it is really not supposed to... You feel the all too familiar sensation of breaking a bone. You scream, a wordless scream that no human throat can make and which will haunt the memory of everyone who heard it, but the shooting agony of your broken leg is as NOTHING compared to the psychological pain of having screwed up the 'escape the burning building' scene in your personal movie. You realize that your only hope now is to die and respawn: no horse or pony ever fully recovers from this kind of injury otherwise, so you push yourself towards where the fire seems hottest to get it over quickly...

Amazingly, it's not the fire that kills you even so, or if it is you're not conscious for that part: the hot smoke makes you pass out way before that... (This is why you totally miss the very loud series of *Ding!*s that immediately precedes your ****...)