Something struck his back and sent him flying to the ground, the brick slipping out of his hand and tumbling away into the dust. Handy got up and slashed with his dagger at nothing but empty air. He got up and sheathed the dagger, breathing hard, trying to control his fear. It was okay, he could handle this. It wasn't that big of a dragon. Sure, maybe it was unnervingly quiet, and smart, but it was small and… he could knock its scales off?