"Ah, but I am only beginning with y—" Once again, he was not allowed to finish his retort. Jacques fell backwards as thin, black, razor-sharp spikes erupted from the ground in front of him, evidently aiming to pierce his exposed underside. He rolled back to his hooves, ripping his sword off of his hoof with his teeth and holding it in his mouth as he tried to outrun the series of spikes emerging from the earth in his wake. Handy swung his hammer at the ground, breaking up the rock in seconds. He shook the loose stone from his feet as he winced at how his legs now ached from the abuse. Thunder looked at him, snorting in agitation. Handy didn't speak and just acted.