The carriage erupted in pandemonium as the rampaging human started swinging his hammer with reckless abandon. Handy had never felt more alive. He could barely describe it, the way how everything felt so real. He got bucked in the side by a pony but recovered quickly and was at the pony’s flank before it could react. He grabbed its hind legs and flung it bodily around, smashing into a fellow guard. His shield, now properly affixed to his arm, swung around and crushed a ghost against the wall of the carriage.