There was nothing Lindsey could do with a scythe when a huge pony mascot came hurtling towards him. He fell and fell hard, the sand to his back knocking the breath from his lungs, though somehow he managed to keep a hold on his weapon.

Not that it was any use with no swinging room to maneuver.

"Sorry clown girl, this bat's not into ponies." So he kicked, as hard as he could. He had no hope of actually hurting her through that much insulation, but it would be good to dislodge her before she could pull something to stab him with.