“Stop right there!” a soon-to-be unfortunate bat guard shouted, charging at Handy through the pools of ghosts and injured ponies and griffons. “You are under—” Handy punted him so fucking hard, he was pretty sure he sent him into a coma. There, universe, you happy? Your coma quota filled for the day? Good, because Handy has a new name to add to the shit list. Handy stormed up the stairs as the elemental began tearing the roof off of the carriage. Handy was on the top step as the roof came off his section, so he jumped and swung. He landed a solid blow into the elemental’s face. The creature reared back as Handy struggled to climb on what remained of the carriage roof.