As he reached to turn the cap of the bottle, he heard a crash. He whipped around and drew his war hammer out, gripping his shield in his free arm, the bottle fallen and forgotten. He pushed open the door, only to get a hoof to the face for his trouble. Handy staggered back and swung his hammer around in an upwards swing. He didn’t see what he struck through the stars in his eyes, but he felt it connect and heard the crumple of metal under his blow. He regained his footing and brought his shield up immediately, only to see sparks fly across its edges and feel a force strike against the weight of the metal. He rushed forward suddenly, not seeing what he was fighting in the dark room.