At last, the glow in its eyes diminished, and in its place were the eyes of a pony, rolled back into its skull. The irises slid back down to look out at the world, a milky grey film that covered them melting away, revealing the colours of its eyes. Handy brought the hammer back up and, with a shout, brought it back down on the pony's skull, finally breaking through its shell of stone utterly with a tremendous crack.