He promptly brought it down, creating a splash in the flooded ground. A spire of rock shot out of the earth directly in front of the pony. Not a fraction of a second later, he heard the sound of rock cracking and a silver war hammer lodged in the rock. He resisted the urge to blink in surprise when he realised the thing wielding the hammer was the armoured human. Handy withdrew his hammer from the small spire of rock, causing parts of it to crack and break off, and stepped into the rapidly shrinking clearing. The sorcerer took a few steps back from the human, frowning up at him as if mildly annoyed by his presence. However, the exact expression was lost as his eyes continued to glow an unearthly sickly green, hiding his irises and strange mist of the same colour that seemed to flow from his tear ducts.