With an almost shocking quickness, the pressure on his throat disappeared, and Handy pitched forward on his hands and knees, coughing and gasping for air. Thunder was distracted as his shield was penetrated once more, and he turned just in time to see the glowing antlers of the stag rip his shield asunder, barely visible shards falling to the earth and disintegrating. Whirlwind wasted no time as he landed on his forehooves, turning, he curled up his hind hooves, and bucked the earth pony stallion in the flank. It wasn't enough however; after all a stag, even a large one, couldn’t really compete with earth pony strength, but it was enough to knock the stallion off balance and gave Whirlwind time to bundle up the captive red unicorn in his antlers, the magical cocoon dissipating in reaction to the magic of his own horns, leaving the pony sprawled over the individual points of the antlers. Like resting on a wall of spikes, or so Handy thought when he glanced up at it. Whirlwind, however, was an expert in using his antlers and ensured no harm came to the pony as he bounded off.