Something hard jumped up onto his shoulder, and grabbed around his neck and pulled up. The dragon, suddenly choking, grasped at his neck with his claws as the surprising strength of the human was closing off his windpipe. His claws scratched away at the human’s arms, tearing through the tatters of the tunic that he wore and cutting into the flesh. It was painful beyond reckoning but Handy simply screamed out the pain as he clutched tighter and tighter.