Blueblood stood there, as if stunned by what he had just done. Handy turned to look at him as he resettled himself. “Well then,” he said, letting his anger boil at last. ”If you’re that eager…” The human hefted the shield and advanced purposefully towards the pony. Blueblood started and drew another sword with his magic and waved it warningly. Handy was undeterred and closed the distance rapidly. The prince swung the sword down in a wide arc, and Handy deflected it with a flick of his wrist, sending the glaive's blade to intercept it and knock it away. Blueblood struggled to bring the sword back around but let out a yelp, his magic losing control of the weapon, and he jumped out of the way as Handy thrust forward.