Warm Night’s horn lit up as he grasped another pony’s tray with his magic and raised it, preparing to drive its side home on Handy’s head. ‘That’s quite enough of that,’ Handy thought. He manoeuvred and got his legs underneath the pony and began kicking furiously, driving Warm Night off of him, but not before his magic swung the tray around and clocked the human on the head, driving him from his feet and knocking another pony over. Handy grabbed the legs of a stool and rose to his feet, giving a guttural roar as he held the stool overhead, preparing to strike down on the pony. That was when a brown blur crashed into his side as an earth pony intervened to prevent him from caving in Warm’s skull.