The dragon doesn't seem to be in any pain and just flips in the air, raising up his rifle and pressing it to the Sharpclaw's head. "This fires bullets...they pierce scales with ease, so I suggest you drop all thought of eating me right now..." He grins, his tail wagging a little. "I'm a Major, I've been at this for over 15 years...I doubt you have that much training." He then winks. "Let's not forget, I'm the son of Andross...I do have mental abilities that match his..."