“Handy!” Joachim screeched, his wings askew and injured. Handy looked up from the puddles of ectoplasm he had been making. “What was that!? What is this!?” Joachim exclaimed, gesturing around at the wrecked carriage around them. “What did you do to tick off the Princesses!? And what… happened to you?” He asked, noticing the blood on his helmet and his... noticeable entrance to the battle.