He struck the match, but his finger slipped, dropping the Lucifer. The flame nicked the knuckle of his left hand and it was then, eyes widened in horror and a shrill, inhuman shriek left his lungs his hand recoiled in immense pain as his skin caught alight in a brilliant flash of flame. He scrambled off his rock and rubbed his hand desperately in the dirt of the ground, suffocating the fire. Shakingly, he sat himself up on his elbow and raised his left hand to his face. It was burned terribly and stung with pain. Handy’s mind reeled, trying to rationalize what had just happened. ‘I need to heal this.’ He thought, as his good hand scrambled for his travel pack, the small one he had used in Equestria.