He grunted as he got to his feet. "Fuck it," he breathed, seeing his hammer lying some distance away and drawing the blade from his broken glaive. "Guess I'll do it the traditional way," he said, walking over to the crawling dragon. He kicked him in the side and pushed him onto his back. Ferix glared up at him and opened his snout as if to breathe fire again, but all that came up was a spurt of phlegm and blood. He tried slashing with his claw, but a casual swipe of the glaive blade knocked his arm away and elicited a cry of pain as he opened up a gash on the dragon's palm.