"Impossible bloody pony! Fine, stay here and die then. Not as if—" He was cut off as Ferix roared and a jet of flame rushed out to meet him, consuming the very air of the spot he had stood in not a moment before he dodged the flame, barrelling into the wreckage of the tower behind him. The words he was going to say was utterly lost as his very brain felt electrified in his hurry to get out of the way of the flames. He was now cut off from the pony by another wall of flames. There were all too many of those now for the vampire's comfort, with only a few paths remaining between him and the dragon on the arena floor that were not taken up by the deadly fire. "Alright. I've had just about enough of you," he said, as much to himself as to Ferix. The dragon just glared at Handy in indignant rage, its claws clenching and unclenching as he brought himself to his full height, towering over the human by a good two feet, his wings fully extended, giving the dragon a truly immense appearance.