Handy snarled. Royal guard or not, he was hired to do a job. He bashed his hammer against the side of his shield in challenge to the guard. “Come have a go if you think you’re hard enough, pony!” he shouted over the noise of the wind. The stallion snorted, pawing at the ground in anger. Handy noticed the pony had blades on its front hooves. And they sparked. His eyes widened as he had mere moments to duck as the pegasus dived for the human. He rolled on the ground under the dice to get further away from the pony before rising to his feet and charging down at the guard.