"ARRRGH!" Ferix screamed as Handy ducked under an axe swing and hooked his hammer around the knee of Ferix and tugged, sending the dragon off balance. He managed to keep from falling by beating his wings and lifting part way off the ground. Handy did not relent. Once both his feet were on the ground again, he swung. There was a horrific, wet-sounding crack, and Ferix's right knee was now pointing in the wrong direction. He fell and Handy brought his hammer down on his axe claw, crushing his claws and breaking the haft of his weapon. The smell of the dragon's blood finally reached his nose now as black droplets of rain pierced the smog above them, streaking down the human's silver armour in dark streaks. The griffons above were evidently moving storm clouds in to put out the fire. Ferix was openly yelling in pain now, gripping his ruined claw as he rolled on the ground. It was a rather pathetic sight, a dragon nearly in tears.