As that thought registered, the animal in the back of his mind roared as it thundered forth, overtaking his rational mind in an avalanche of raw instinct. He thought he screamed but would not be able to recall, as his free arm which had been hanging limply over the dragon’s claw scrambled uselessly at the limb before eventually reaching for the bandolier across his breast. Several of the bottles he had brought with him had been crushed, but he couldn’t worry about that right now. The dragon was already descending.