The griffons were emboldened and redoubled their efforts. The guard ponies were now truly struggling to maintain battle order. Handy threw his opponents aside like they were nothing. He was running so high he didn’t even feel the blows they landed on him. Perhaps that was just his armour doing its job. It felt like it weighed nothing now; his hammer felt like a toy as he sent another pony flying out the window. One of his comrades jumped out to catch him before he hit the ground.