He heard shouts of alarm. There were flashes of green out the windows, more crashes – this time on his floor of the carriage – and sounds of fighting. “PRIVATE, WE NEED YOU HERE NOW!” the commander shouted. Handy tried rising but was pushed back down. He still couldn’t see straight. The mare looked back around and her ears stood on end. Her eyes flicked back to Handy… and what was behind her. ‘Hey, you know, you can just, like, totally fuck off and go help your boss. I won’t mind, really, that’d be just great…,’ Handy thought. ‘That way none of my griffons pals can see me on the wrong side of this little scuffle we had going on. Come on, do a lad a solid would ya, lassie?’ His head felt wet. Oh God, she cut something.