“Normally I cons—" He didn't get the chance to finish that sentence before being forced to move. It was odd, the effects of thestral blood. It certainly couldn't compare to the level of detail and information he could process under the influence of unicorn blood, but it did allow him to perceive the world in tremendous detail down to the individual scales of the dragon twenty feet away from him. So when Ferix decided to rudely interrupt him by unleashing his full draconic fury upon him, Handy had front row tickets to witnessing the eruption of draconic fire as if the world was moving in slow motion. It possessed a certain infernal beauty, a slowly expanding flower of death racing towards him amidst the dancing flames of the arena which watched on like revellers as the individual streams of smoke billowed and bent above, embers drifting to earth all around them like gentle yet deadly snowfall. Had the circumstances been different, he would have liked nothing more than to take a minute to appreciate the terrible, destructive beauty of it all. As it was, an irresistible feeling welled up inside of him, threatening to seize his heart as his body refused to let him remain where he was.