“It is our duty to determine threats to the ponies of Equestria,” the white one responded, “and eliminate them if necessary,” he threatened. Handy tensed, considering his options. The two ponies were smaller than him, faster. The armour would weigh them down, sure, but they obviously could fly, which might give them a bit of an advantage. However, the carriage was cramped compared to open air, and Handy was a big bastard by comparison. He could swing and hit them and easily take them out, although it was not ideal fighting ground, but this was, of course, assuming they didn’t use their speed and agility advantage to knock him off his feet. Then he’d be beyond fucked. And there was the movement of the train to consider. He could always throw off his cloak and use his armour to blind them, but then he would’ve assaulted law enforcers of Equestria, possibly even its military. He could hardly hide, for Handy stood out. A lot. He needed to diffuse this quickly.