“No,” the human responded, his voice like ice. The blood from a rather nasty gash on his left forearm seemed to pour out. Blueblood’s horn lit up once more to grab his swords before it flickered and died at long last. His pupils shrunk to pinpricks in disbelief. “Way I figure it,” the human said as he closed the distance and swung up with his hammer. Blueblood tried to dodge, but with his bad leg, he stumbled and got struck full on the barrel. His armour dented but held. “Despite being a unicorn, your magic isn’t all that strong.” Another swing, this time to the side. Blueblood took it on the withers and fell to the ground. He clenched his left hoof, and the hoofblades swung down. He swiped at the human’s feet, forcing him back. “Otherwise you would have been casting spells from the start, for all the good it’d do you. It was only a matter of pushing you far enough until you ran out of power and your swords became useless.” Handy waited for the prince to shuffle far enough away from him to be safe from the hoofblades. “Or I got an opening. Whichever came first.”