"Oh shit, my bloody head", i moaned as I awoke. I sat up wearily and put my head in my hands. My right arm was a dead weight and although as functional as any normal limb, it still filled me with sorrow that I had lost it, although I had no idea how or where.<br/>I looked around and saw a large fox standing over me, apparently keeping guard over my body while I had been out cold. Who had he been guarding me from, I thought. Then I remembered.<br/>It came to me in several short flashes. The pain of my arrival, the discovery of the watering hole, and the gigantic neon dragon that had shocked me to unconciousness.<br/>I turned around, noticing that it was still there. My first instinct was to run,but as I started to flee, i felt a tingling sensation in my right arm. I looked down in astonishment as the metal panels, wires and digits began to retract and reform. From the centre mid section, three gattling barrels appeared and folded into a position where they began to rotate, picking up speed. The main body of the weapon was now unfolding; a two foot plasma rail gun.<br/>I observed the arsenal in awe, like a child with a new toy. Then I realised the full situation, turned and trained my sights on the dragon, the barrels spinning faster, and energy building between the rails.