“Time to get a taste of your own medicine!” His rational part groaned internally. What the hell was he doing? Just knock the stupid pony out and be done with it. What, drinking his blood? Handy, Handy, Handy, what the hell man? That wasn’t going to do you any good. Look, now you have fur in your mouth as you bite his neck. Classy, Handy, just classy. It was not as if—