The dragon’s arm swept out and clocked Handy on the face as it flailed. He went down hard, dazed. The dragon swept out with its claws in the sudden darkness, beating its wings in frustration, blowing up billows of dust. Handy scrambled away. The dragon would eventually start using its fire in frustration again, so he had to make his move before that. He could barely think beyond the screaming in his mind, so he let it out verbally.