He stooped over, picking up his glaive again before turning just in time to brace his shield as the unicorn bucked him. He was knocked back a few steps but thrust out his glaive, clashing against the swords still clasped to the pony’s right flank. Blueblood snorted as he hurriedly put distance between them. “Brute!” He drew the remainder of his swords, and Handy soon found himself facing a unicorn with six disembodied blades. This meant several things; for one, despite being a unicorn, the pony was not using any offensive spells. Perhaps he couldn’t? Not that it’d do him any good. Perhaps he could use that… “I-I’ll show you what it means to insult Equestria!” the prince cried.