It was the Equestrians who took the first step. Handy did not move. It was followed by one of the grey blotches on his senses, either the two agents or the Black Guard. Still, Handy did not move. One by one, step by step, warnings and shouts from one side to the other, each wary of the other's movements, each increasingly focusing on each other than on the still unmoving human in their midst.