He had fought larger things before, true. He had shared a room with much more powerful beings, keenly aware of the raw magical power that practically radiated from the pony princess all those months ago. However, there was something truly primal about standing before someone that much bigger and taller than you. He knew that if the dragon in Lepidopolis was anything to go by, Ferix would one day be the size of a football pitch. Now, as the young drake stood on its hind legs in mockery of bipeds and looked down at the human, Handy couldn't help but feel a slight sense of trepidation that was divorced from the more reasonable, potent, and vital fear he had regarding the fact he was fighting a living flame thrower when his skin was practically dried papyrus.