The dust settled, and the black dragon cast its baleful gaze in Handy’s direction across the grubby loam. Handy thought fast. He could rush the dragon, try to stab it in the neck at that weak spot. But he couldn’t see it. Being able to tell where someone was in the dark didn’t mean dick in terms of aiming for weak points. It could easily overpower him as well, so tackling it was retarded. He could probably take one full-on blast of dragon’s fire, assuming it wouldn’t bypass his potion’s effects somehow before his vampiric side freaked out and took over the wheel. It had already done that once today, and God knew that wouldn’t do well for him in the dark like this.