He rubbed his jaw as he got back unsteadily to his feet. That hurt like a bitch. He withdrew his gloved hand. More blood; looked like Ferix's scales were sharp. He turned around just in time to have the dragon grapple Handy around the torso and lifting him off the ground, charging towards the back of the tent. A couple dogs and griffons were forced to dive out of the way of the angry dragon as Handy was thrown down on a crate. Unfortunately for him, he was not wearing his shield on his back that day. Handy coughed and groaned, pain piercing his back.