“Yeah.” Tanismore said smilingly, gripping his sword in both claws, his wings spread out, prepared to launch. The Shadow of the castle was enough that Handy’s mail wouldn’t shine, it’d be unfair on his opponents considering it was only training. “Apparantly the princesses use to fight him when he ruled Equestria a thousand years ago or something like that. Now he’s like, I dunno, a pet or something?”