The barrel became stuck comically on the dragon's head as it broke through the wooden planks. Ferix flailed his limbs and cursed as he stumbled around, blind and disorientated. His limbs flailed out, smacking a dog off its seat, his flapping wings knocking a hovering griffon out of the air. Handy took a breath and turned to face the astonished deer, spreading his arms wide. "Thanks for the vote of confidence, lads." He turned back around to search for his hammer. "Wankers..." he muttered under his breath.