'Focus. Focus on the fighting. Ignore the fire. Pretend it’s not there. Pretend it’s something else. Acid. Fountains of acid. That's not nearly as bad. Bad. But it’s not fire and that’s really all that matters. Yes, acid is nice. I like acid; I can deal with acid. Acid is not fire.' And so Handy's thoughts went as he continued entertaining this dragon's delusions of participating in a fight it could win just long enough until he could force it to an area of the arena floor that wasn't fifty percent fir— 'Acid! Acid fountains!' Fifty percent acid fountains so Handy's addled mind could better quash his hyperactive phobia and focus at the task at hand. Speaking of...