Handy came to his senses a dozen feet away, his armour glowing and a lancing pain through his head. It was almost debilitating. He took a moment to roll over to his side, groaning as everything seemed to ache and hurt all at once. The sky was brightening up, the clouds drifting apart, and the air felt normal. Gone was the heaviness that had felt like it was weighing him down. He pushed off the planks of wood that lay on top of him. His helmet was gone, lying in a puddle a short distance away. His hammer lay not much farther beyond that. The Equestrians were gone. He vaguely made out a tail jutting out over the top of a pile of wreckage. Whatever just happened had knocked them silly as well.