The dragon turned, opened its bleary, blinded eyes, just in time for Handy’s brick to shine at its full, unnatural luminosity right in its eyes as they were weakened and used to the dark. The dragon yelled and reeled. Handy ducked under its outswung arm, grabbed it, placed his right foot onto the knee of its rear leg, and threw himself up onto its back. His free leg pressed down hard on its wing joint, causing it to shout in pain.