Handy ran. He launched himself around the rock that he had hid behind, the dragon’s yellow eyes widened in surprise as a ball of fire billowed in its mouth. More’s the pity when the thick glass of the last bottle of potion shattered against the dragon’s snout, spilling its contents into its mouth and face, extinguishing the flame, drenching its nose in the foul liquid, and blinding its eyes. Handy screamed every second of the movement, his every fibre fighting against him as he moved, but the roar of the dragon drowned out his vampiric cry, and that jolt helped him regain his senses.