The creature snarled in surprise as he crashed back down on the ground. He struggled to rise up on his elbows, but Handy, in a frenzy, was already upon him and swung his hammer around one more time. It connected with the beast’s helmet in a sickening crumpled sound. He deformed the metal armour as the bull fell back on the ground, groaning. He struggled again to get back up, but his movements were slowed. Handy roared, bringing his hammer back up and down on the creature’s armoured chest. He did it again, and again, and again, eventually hearing something crack beneath the abused metal of the breastplate.