He managed to stabilize himself to look at his legs. His feet and lower legs were completely encased in what appeared to be rock. The pony had been keeping him talking long enough to root him in place, using the mud and his magic to trap the human. "Hm," the pony mused. Handy turned to look at him. "No, still a bit too close for my liking." A shimmering wave of force hit Handy with the force of a small truck. His armour shone brilliantly in reaction to the magic, but the force was enough. Handy was flung backwards like a ragdoll and landed hard on his back, his feet still trapped in the stone. He got to his elbows and began pushing himself up. "No," Thunder said, a bit more forcefully. A lance of magical energy struck Handy in the helmet. He was dazed and blinked away the blindness, but his helmet protected him from the magic's effects, even if his head was jerked violently backwards. Thunder raised an eyebrow at that.