He blinked away at the pain when he heard Ferix grunted and looked up to see the dragon rearing back, his axe in both claws. Panic shot through Handy, and he brought his hammer up, both hands clasped tightly around its haft as the axe came down. His arms nearly buckled under the blow as haft clashed against haft, and the axe blade hovered nearly an inch away from his face. He gritted his teeth in pain and effort as Ferix snarled at him. He could hear movement as more people got off their seats to give the pair a wide berth. Handy looked up and saw the dragon's jaw was open, making out an orange light growing at the back of his throat, smoke emerging from its nostrils.