'That’s it. Come closer. No more fire breath. There's a good gecko...' Handy thought to himself. This fight should have been over by now, but with how the fire was everywhere, how his skin crawled, how his nerves practically screamed at him in unreasoning fear, a need to get away from the fire, he felt compelled to be more careful than usual. 'What the hell is wrong with me? I was never like this around fire until I got burned that night. Psychology shouldn't feel this... physical.'