“THIS IS THE DRAGON SLAYER? THIS, THIS… WHATEVER IT IS?” The metal bound brute laughed again. It only possessed a breastplate and helmet, but the accompanying horns rounded off the ‘I’m an obvious bad guy’ image he was going for. The chains about his wrists were entirely unnecessary. Actually, now that Handy thought about it, he was ridiculously, almost comically villainous. For God’s sakes, he had red eyes and everything. Handy snorted with withheld laughter.