In a blur of motion, he charged at the sorcerer and swung his hammer, only for it to rebound harmlessly off of a shimmering magical shield, a loud clanging noise resounding through the camp as the clouds began covering the ground again. Handy blinked, then swung again. And again and again and again with increasing speed and ferocity to no effect. The pony spoke, and concentrated gusts of air slashed across the human's torso, a thin strip of his armour lighting up as the magic hit him and forced him back a step from the force. "Hmmm," Thunder hummed. "Your armour is resilient."