I start to think of a way to try to get the upper hand on this asshole. My face is still thumping from the slash he put on it, there must be splinters inside of it because it feels like a bunch of small needles drilling into my face. I remember I still have my fire breath and I try to stir up my inner flames. But to no good, 'damn it must be slightly different to use it then when I was a dragon,' I thought to myself.