Rorik desperately tried to reach his hunting knife; the one he always kept on him, and desperately tried to slash his captor. the trees and sounds around him were a blur- and he was blacking out. Finally, the thing let go of him, sending him cashing into a tree. With what little life he had left in him, Rorik looked up at his captor, and was surprised to see an old enemy of his.<br/>"You-!" Rorik gasped.<br/>"Yes, me..." the dragon said, spreading its wings to full span. "You thought you'd seen the end of me, didn't you? You believed that tumble off the building killed me, eh?" he paced in front of Rorik, trying to decide how to finish him.<br/>"This..." he lifted a hand to the air, showing off his claws, "is why you don't run from the overwatch!" he lurched at Rorik, who was at no point able to actually fight.<br/><br/>He felt the blow, but he didn't feel any pain. Instead, the world seemed to black out.