 “Glad to see Sorcha had the sense to put thee to some use!” Handy closed the distance with a charge. He raised his shield above his head as Blueblood brought a sword down on it, swinging his glaive out and catching the second blade, then swiping at the confounded pony with the backswing. Blueblood let out another yelp as he ducked, the blade shaving the top of his helmet’s crest. Handy kneed Blueblood on the jaw and sent him to the ground. Handy brought his glaive up and prepared to bring it down, ending the first bout. The temptation was there, in that half second at the back of his mind, to put more power in the swing than necessary, accidentally ending the rest of the duel and the good prince’s life. He swung.