That comment drew Handy’s attention. He recalled the dragon he had fought so long ago at the tournament. He recalled how much armour it wore and how strange that was even for a young dragon. And how easily the scales came off. Flaking off even, caught between the grooves of the designs on his armour after he fought him. That actually explained a great deal, even if he wasn’t from the same bloodline as Spike. Handy could actually recall that now that his head was cleared from the immediate rush of the dragon blood, not that getting knocked about hadn’t helped. He’d have to be more careful in future if he ever got dragon blood again, that lack of clear headedness could easily get himself killed.