Ferix's eyes widened, and he raised his arms to swing at the human. Handy ducked under the blows and put his weight into his shoulder as he barrelled into the dragon's midsection, sending it sprawling across a table, shattering it to splinters and sending the food and drink upon it flying. Handy breathed through his nostrils, looking down at the fallen dragon as it struggled to pull its wing loose of an iron band from the destroyed barrel. He reached down and picked up his hammer. "Thing is... Anyone else taking a blow to the head like that? Without a helmet? They'd be out like a snuffed candle, or worse. But thou can take it, can't thee, big man?" Handy said, idly inspecting his hammer for the odd scale that came off the dragon's head and became lodged in the grooves between the knotted designs. So, his dragon scales were not so invincible after all. Good to know.