"I'm sure it was," Handy said disbelievingly. He frowned when he glanced at the training spear he had been using as he put it away. The head was missing, leaving only a jagged end to the haft. He looked back over his shoulder at the training circle and saw the still covered spearhead and the small remnant of the wooden shaft it had been attached to. He then looked at Shortbeak. The wing he hit was still held out from her body and twitching slightly. Perhaps he overdid it? It was not like they were wearing armour at the moment.