The mare shook her head, short black mane shaking with it and snorted, pale green eyes staring daggers at Handy. Handy backed off and raised his shield. Of course it would be a mare. Why wouldn’t it be? Silly Handy, what was the fun in fighting without a psychological handicap! The pony slowly advanced on the human. He easily outweighed the pony so much that it was almost hilarious, but the little devil was fast and those blades looked nasty.