To a minimal degree, Pantheon was able to direct himself as he fell so that he landed closer to where he wanted to be, giving him a margin of error of about thirty feet in any given direction from where he would have landed normally. Of course, that still required him to have an accurate idea of where he needed to land in the first place.
In the League of Legends he had a summoner relaying directions to him constantly and on an open battlefield he could simply see where he needed to go. Jumping over the apple orchard he had neither outside help nor direct line of sight so was forced to rely on the unspecific directions given to him by Applejack.
That is to say, he missed his mark completely.
Instead of landing on or near the timberwolves, crushing them mercilessly underfoot, Pantheon came crashing down a good hundred feet away. Of course that didn't deter the warrior. Pantheon had seen a structure built into a tree, which he assumed was his intended target, during his descent and swiftly ran the rest of the way.
Belatedly, Pantheon realized he hadn't remembered to retrieve his spear and shield after his and Big Mac's arm wrestling match was interrupted. While he was slightly upset by his own carelessness, Pantheon was not worried about the wolves. He was perfectly capable in hand-to-hand combat.
Pantheon counted at least a dozen wolflike figures prowling around the base of the clubhouse. The wooden nature of the beasts came as a surprise to the warrior, he had expected them to be flesh and blood, but all things considered they weren't the strangest thing he had seen during the last few days.
The sudden appearance of Pantheon's imposing figure startled the wolves, causing all but a few to divert their attention away from the clubhouse. Several wolves hesitated, unsure what to make of the new arrival, giving the man all the opening he needed.
With a mighty bellow Pantheon jumped at the closest wolf, grabbing it by the scruff of its neck. The wooden animal yelped as it was lifted from the ground, flailing its limbs wildly. Pantheon ignored the beast's struggling and threw its flailing form into one of its fellows. To the man's surprise, instead of being stunned by the blow like expected, both wolves broke apart into sticks at the impact.
"If they all go down that easily," he mused, kicking a few of the sticks towards the rest of the pack as a challenge, "then this won't take long at all." The wolves snarled in reply. Pantheon's display had drawn their attention entirely away from the clubhouse, and he could see two pairs of frightened eyes peering through a window at him.
The wolves took his momentary distraction as their cue to attack. Utilizing the coordination characteristic of their fleshy counterparts, the pack split apart in an attempt to surround the lone warrior.
Pantheon nearly laughed when he realized their plan. "You seek to surround me?" he scoffed. "That might work against your usual prey, but I am no mere beast!"
With a small jump -by his standards- to the side, Pantheon was able to intercept one of the wolves looking to flank him. Before the beast could react to the man's sudden movement, it found itself with a fist lodged inside of its chest cavity. Pantheon was moving to attack the next wolf even before the first had finished falling apart.
In short order Pantheon dealt with most of the remaining timberwolves. One solid blow was all it took for him to turn them into piles of sticks. Pantheon grinned and cracked his knuckles at the two remaining timberwolves. "Who's next?" he asked menacingly.
The two final wolves shared a look, one of them nodded to the other... and then promptly dissolved into piles of sticks. "Giving up already?" Pantheon taunted. "Cowardly twigs."
He turned towards the clubhouse to check on its occupants, but was interrupted by the arrival of Applejack, Big Mac, Rarity and Scootaloo. "Hello there!" he called to the rapidly approaching ponies. "Those timberwolves didn't put up much of a fight. Almost pitiful, really."
The ponies screeched to a halt just outside the clearing Pantheon and the clubhouse were in. "Uh, you sure about that?" Applejack asked. She and the other two ponies backed away a few steps uncertainly.
"Of course I am," Pantheon said, confused why the ponies were looking at him, or rather behind him, with expressions bordering on fear. "They fell apa-"
Something massive struck the man from behind, cutting him off and sending him flying into an apple tree. If not for his armor, Pantheon might not have survived the blow. As it was, he knew he would be feeling that in the morning.
Pantheon's eyes focused on the source of the strike. A massive timberwolf, easily a dozen feet high at the shoulder, stood in the middle of the clearing. The ground was bare of any sticks, so Pantheon surmised the remains of the timberwolf pack had assembled into this monstrosity while his back was turned.
"Well now." Pantheon stood up and dusted himself off. "That's more like it."
A light tap on his shoulder caused Pantheon to turn his head to see Big Mac holding his spear and shield. "You might want these," Big Mac said.
Pantheon gave the stallion a nod of thanks before taking his equipment. The giant timberwolf watched the exchange patiently, waiting for Pantheon to cross its invisible aggro line before attacking again.
The wolf didn't have to wait long since Pantheon charged right back in, shield held high and spear ready to strike. The wolf growled deeply and met the man's charge with a leaping bound of its own.
A loud crash filled the air when several tons of wood collided with Pantheon's sturdy shield. Pantheon's knees buckled under the weight, bringing him to the ground violently. The wolf's wooden claws splintered apart and its forelegs cracked from the strain. Somewhere in the confusion Pantheon's spear found itself lodged in the wolf's shoulder while several shards of wood found their way around the man's shield to pepper his unarmored arms and legs with cuts.
The wolf backed away, walking with a noticeable limp, allowing Pantheon time to stagger to his feet. "That was quite the blow," Pantheon said to the wolf. "You should feel proud." To his surprise, the wolf acknowledged his words with a nod of its own.
The giant timberwolf gripped the spear stuck into its shoulder with its teeth. With a jerk of its head, the spear -and a sizable chunk of wood- broke free. The wolf tossed the spear behind itself, well out of Pantheon's reach. It then began to prowl closer to the man.
"You'd have been better off leaving that in," Pantheon commented. The wolf's limp looked considerably worse than it was before it removed the spear. "One good hit and I think that leg's coming off," he warned. The wolf snarled in defiance, continuing its slow but steady advance.
Pantheon shrugged. It seemed to him like the wolf was hell-bent on continuing the fight to the end. "Your funeral."
As soon as the timberwolf reached melee distance Pantheon acted. With as much strength as he could muster, Pantheon slammed the edge of his shield into the underside of the timberwolf's jaw. Splinters flew everywhere and the beast reeled back, stunned. Halting the momentum of his shield, Pantheon reversed its direction and brought it crashing back down into the wolf's injured shoulder, severing the limb completely in a shower of splinters.
Unable to remain standing after Pantheon's assault the wolf crashed to the ground, falling to pieces as it did so. "Stay down this time," Pantheon growled at the pile of wood.
Pantheon retrieved his spear and turned to see the ponies staring at him with various expressions of shock or disbelief. He ignored the group that had followed him there, instead electing to check up on the two fillies hiding in the clubhouse. "Are you two alright?" he asked through the window.
"Y-yes," came the shaky reply. "We're okay."
"Well that's good." Pantheon smirked. Applejack and Rarity had recovered their wits enough to remember that their sisters were in the clubhouse. "But I'm not the one who needs to hear that." Pantheon stepped away from the clubhouse's entrance to let the two worried mares, plus one stallion and filly, through.
The man's attention was drawn away from the relieved sisters by the arrival of several armored pegasi. Their leader, or who Pantheon assumed was the leader based on the gaudiness of his armor, approached the man. "Are you the being known as 'Pantheon'?" he asked in a hostile tone.
Pantheon eyed the orange coated pony critically. He sounded young. Too young to rank as an officer in any military organization Pantheon was familiar with. Furthermore, his armor was shiny, spotless and showed no sign of ever being worn in battle, speaking volumes about the pony's inexperience. Pantheon decided that it was safe to say the ponies stood no chance in a fight against him.
"Yes I am," Pantheon stated. "And who are you?" The armored ponies relaxed slightly once they realized Pantheon was not hostile.
The lead pony removed his helmet, revealing a blue mane. "My name's Flash Sentry," he said. "And we've been sent here by Princess Celestia to request an audience."