“OH COME THE FUCK ON!” he shouted. “REALLY!? REALLY!?” The pony pointed a hoof at the human, speaking some foul tongue, her horn and eyes glaring white with incandescence as the huge elemental thundered forward, its fists denting the carriage as it pulled itself forward. Handy sighed and nodded. “Okay, it’s at least solid in some respect. This shouldn’t be— Oop!” Handy ducked back. The elemental reached out to swat him. “Okay, no rest for the wicked. I’ll play ball.” Handy hefted his war hammer in both hands, his shield making it awkward, but his enhanced abilities compensating for any deficiencies it may have caused.