There was little that compared to the feeling of crashing into solid ground from a tremendous height at hurtling speeds and living long enough to regret the experience. The hardest knock Handy had yet suffered had been when the elemental had punched him through a train's roof and upper floor. Somehow, that wasn't anywhere near as bad as this. He was pretty sure large sections of his armour had deformed under the force, and he felt the need to lie there to recover as the dragon rolled off from on top of him. The dragon was coughing and spitting up blood — the fall had taken a lot out of him too. Handy was merely winded. Score a point for vampiric resilience. He pushed himself up from the mud and broken stone of the ground they had landed on, which looked to be some kind of patio of a more permanent wooden structure than all the tents surrounding them.