’Okay, Handy…’  he thought to himself, pushing up off of the ground till he was on his knees. There was a surprised looking pony in full plate to his right, his armour tilted a pale teal with a proud purple crest raised from his helm. He paid it no mind as he looked down. His tail coat was ruined with wide tears across it, he was missing practically all of the buttons, and his white dress shirt had been torn. His cravat was there, but it was now a dirty, muddy mess like the rest of him. Thankfully, he had the good sense to wear his mail that day, otherwise he’d have a few more marks to add to the growing collection on his flesh. ’You promised Joach you wouldn’t start anything. Calm down, there might still be a way out of this without coming off like a pu-’ 