The bat ponies were now evacuating the train, carrying their unconscious and injured comrades. Handy turned, seeing the griffons were actually giving the ponies a hammering through the holes in the roof. There was Joachim at the fore. Good old featherbrain. Handy smiled at the thought then turned his attention on the injured elemental. He had half expected it to regrow its hand, but it didn’t. The elemental recovered its composure and lightning shot from its eyes, striking the train randomly. Metal flared and melted with incredible heat. He could hear the trunks of trees exploding in the woods behind him as they sped past. Okay, Handy was so very done with all this.