Hover just watches. She expected difficulty. But not calamity. Well no... she did. She always expects calamity. Horrible calamity."Sweet Celestia, Sandy. You alright." She says running to his side.
And then the bolt snapped free, sending pony and pliers tumbling flank over teakettle, crashing to a stop against a nearby wall. Sandy slowly sat up, holding a hoof to his neck. On the floor, the tip of the needle-nose pliers was stained red.