"Where's your big words now?" Ferix taunted. "You were talking up a storm a few days ago." Handy remained silent, his armoured form still and unflinching as the dragon snorted. "I was paid a handsome price to cause you trouble, more if you were still alive by the end of it all, but obviously cutting your spine wasn't an obvious enough sign you should stay down!" The dragon took another clawed step further. The human flinched and he smiled a toothy grin. "Having second thoughts, human? Afraid? You should be; I am going to cook you in that armour, then have myself a nice dinner with your flesh while I take your head as a trophy!"