Handy smiled as he got back to his feet. “Okay…” Handy said, making a mental note to point out to Joachim that he did not, in fact, start this. He had witnesses. Violent, witnesses but witnesses nonetheless. “Let’s try this again…” he said, loosening the clasp of his hammer.He gripped it in his right forefinger and thumb, and twisted. The hammer, whose head now faced downwards, slid out of the hook as he grabbed the bottom of the haft. There was a particular reason Handy drew it like this. First off, it meant that the dragon behind him wouldn't be warned by Handy telegraphing his movements in drawing the hammer despite the pony beside him took a few noticeable steps back, looking down at his hammer. Secondly, he needed all the leverage he could on the haft for his next move.