"Perceptive, aren't we?" Handy mocked, now gauging his options. It was amazing how many of his plans resorted to 'hit it with ye hammer' with no real discernable fall back options should that ever be woefully insufficient. 'Okay, Handy, think. Shield is impervious to physical attack, but the pony's sword clearly managed to cut him. Enchanted perhaps? The witch... She did something to the hammer...' He quickly looked at the head of his hammer, at the intricate designs on the silvered steel. The many grooves appeared as they always had — nothing special about them. The witch clearly did something to it, but he had no idea what and was just wasting time gawking at it. 'Okay, new plan—'