Fenrak laughed long and hard in his icy voice, a tear would be at his eye even, had he possessed tear ducts. "You amuse me very much, hatchling. You are half the size of the giantess. In only a few minutes, I had her on her back, filled with my seed. She may even be birthing more of my shadowy young as we speak. So.<em>Please</em>tell me why you think you stand a chance, that is, before I take you." He chuckled and advanced, ready to accept any of the small blows that the dragon woman would provide, his fur may look silken and soft, but it was hard as iron, it could only be pierced by a weapon of holy origin, the bane of shadows.