"There is a pony I have been hunting since that day in Firthengart. He was behind most of it all, I am sure. He goes by the name of Thunder, and he is right here in this city." Handy paused, stopping mid-stride as he turned to look down at Stellar. "And he plans on destroying it. It'll look like a freak weather accident – storms and waves and all that good stuff. I do not pretend to care for you ponies, least of all Equestrians, but I do intend on stopping him."