"What th-hrrkgh!" Further confusion fell into a choking, gurgling mess as the attacker effortlessly lifted him off the ground by his neck, the flashlight going out with a fizzle. Sandy's forehooves frantically pulled at the leg around his throat, but it barely even budged. Moon above, he's strong! While he could still focus enough to cast spells, he tried furiously stabbing behind him with his daggers, back where he heard the voice. Bits of sand stuck to his armor were detached too, to be flung back as grainy clumps of grit. All bets were off; his very life was on the line here.
(Deadtiming for a few hours)