"Have you checked up your own arse?" The changeling on his gauntleted arm was not holding as tight as it could and was shocked when he pulled it out from under it and reared it back, closed fist, straight into its face. The changelings hissed, and the lead one lifted his hoof to stomp back down. That was all Handy needed it to do as he braced his right arm and rolled his torso, pulling his left arm with all his strength and dragging the light changeling along with it. It yelped as it lost its footing, lifted towards Handy, who dropped onto his side and grabbed it with both arms. The lead changeling snarled at him as the other recovered. One still clung to its legs and the other, the brown pegasus, was facing the direction of the approaching hooves. The poor changeling in his arms flailed its free limbs, trying to pummel away at his armour to no effect. "Wrong day, lads, wrong bloody day."