Coal Shakily gets up from the floor, wiping the blood from his face away with his foreleg. He shakes his head to try and clear the pain away. The whole situation had left him shaken and frightened. He prided himself on his fortitude and ability to keep control in the face of fear, but this, this had brought him so very low so easily. Whatever it was it wasn't something he was exactly Eager to meet again.
However, as that part of him was still inwardly shaking over the event another side of him felt a sense of shame and embarasment. He was the pony who always was the one there to hold up another, he had lived his life so far with that thought in mind. The fact that he had been helpless to defend not only himself and the others, but from what the voice had said he might have even been the cause of it left him questioning himself.
His mind still relling for a moment he finally comes to a decision, with his mind regaining it's rocky certainty he makes a mentl promise to now let it happen again. That he would be stronger the next time around and that he could make sure these other ponies would not be harmed like that again.
He eventually gets his tounge working again and says, "That was... unpleasant. Now what exatly... was... that." His voice trailing off as he takes notice of the trees around the house. He begins moving toward the door unable to contain his curiosity of finding out what had happened. He stumbles over his legs like a newborn foal for a few moments as he pushes the door open and takes a good look outside.