"Oh for fuck's sake…" Handy breathed. He considered his options. Ponies in front of him, ponies behind him, and water to his right and left. An ordinary person would say fuck it and jump, swimming away to safety. However, Handy was wearing heavy armour, and drowning was something he really didn't care for. His mind raced. The Equestrians and the Enclavers were shouting at each other over something, but he ignored them as he tried to figure out a way through them. He looked up to the town. Nothing seemed to be coming over the buildings, which meant the guards he managed to tie down were staying that way. Thank God for small miracles.