Handy let out a yelp and, stepping back on his bad leg, collapsed to the ground. The dragon’s head launched forward, snapping its jaw shut where Handy had been. He grabbed a dagger by his side and slashed at the dragon’s neck. The weapon knocked off several scales but did no damage to the dragon. And yet the creature reeled back as another blast of rotten flesh smell assailed his senses. Handy gagged on the smell as the dragon reared up. He rolled out of the way and stumbled back to his feet. It was nowhere to be seen in the darkness of the night. He lifted out the brick and shone the light, though it only penetrated a few feet in this environment.