"You first." Handy plunged the blade deep into Ferix's chest. The armour split open as the glaive bit deep, piercing the young dragon's scales. The force behind it was unnecessary, and the human felt the blade snap, leaving a piece stuck within Ferix's chest. He pulled it out suddenly as flames burst into life around the edges of the wound. He blinked in surprise at the tiny tongues of flame poking between the dragon's claws as Ferix grabbed at his chest, draconic blood flowing out of the wound. He was about to say something else but stopped and stared as his eyes met Ferix's and saw how the fierce pride and arrogance gave way to genuine fear and desperation. Eventually he stopped struggling, and his body lay still and unmoving in the downpour, the small flames in his chest dying under the onslaught of the heavens.