"Oh, that was just radiating with confidence. Really, I'm shaking in my boots," Handy teased, wincing slightly under the torment of his own hangover. 'When I get out of this... I need to show Tanismore what for...' Blueblood stamped a hoof, and one of the blades shot out. Handy raised his shield and stepped to his right. The sword impacted the shield with surprising force, and the crowd roared as the fight finally got underway. The shield surprisingly did not react as it would have done with magic, the pony's grip only holding it by the hilt. The sword was spun out of Blueblood's grasp and became lodged in the ground, the human knocked back a step.