Handy roared, charging forward as he swung the hammer in an upwards arc and brought it back down upon the nail of the dragon’s claw, cracking it in half. The human laughed maniacally, scaring the other two. Meranax reared up again and more of the treasure fell; she turned and her wing tore a priceless tapestry apart; she rose and the gold cascaded down her sides, mixing with baser metals. She roared in fury, a sound that inspired a primordial fear in lesser creatures, shaking the three of them to the core and the cavern until dust fell from the ceiling. The already weakened crystal cracked, halted its rotation, and broke, falling from its cradle. Its magic dispelled in a rush of energy, and the room was cloaked in darkness with nothing but the dragon’s furious breath shot into the cavern’s roof for light.