Handy didn't bother responding. The dragon was recovering and getting to his feet, and he couldn't find his hammer. He needed something big and heavy and he needed it now. He turned, tipped over the barrel the deer and pony had been using so he could grab the bottom of it, knocking their drinks and food onto the floor. Thankfully, the barrel was empty, though it didn't do anything to alleviate the aches in his lower back from when he had been used as an impromptu crowbar, however. He winced as he raised the barrel over his head, took a step forward, and brought it down on the dragon's head as he got back to his feet. 