Handy didn't look a gift horse in the mouth and moved. He swung his hammer as he got to his feet, catching the distracted sorcerer on the side of the head. There was a brief flash of green light, and spiralling patterns appeared on the side of the pony's head as he was sent flying across the  distance and into a tent. He emerged, absolutely furious, his eyes wide and incandescent with white-green light as he tore the ruined fabric of the tent apart to crawl out. His lime and yellow fedora was gone, and the white-blue fur around his muzzle was matted with blood which dripped down onto his teal cravat. For all that though, he was standing up remarkably well from a hammer blow from Handy on steroids.