He moved in an instant, but the mare had actually struck the second she squinted her eyes, wise to Handy’s game. He got all four blades raked across his breastplate, followed by her hind hoofs bucking him as she flipped. He staggered back. “Clever girl,” he commented, his armour none the worse for wear. He was about to advance again when more ghosts phased through the walls, and Handy found himself distracted. Midnight took the opportunity to get her stricken comrade back to safety. She lifted him and dragged him outside through one of the windows. Her comrades evacuated the carriage and flew into the next one to regroup.