The Dragon, still searching for him, looked left and right, but no matter how it searched, Chiron was no where to be found.
"Where are you, Human Vermin! Come out and receive your due punishment for putting your foot on the scale of a Royal born dragon. I shall give you the honor of letting me skin you, and using your leg as a toothpick for the next one hundred years."
Meanwhile, the freezing blast missed him by mere inches, but some of the ice caught one of his legs, freezing it instantly.
Chiron gritted his teeth against the searing cold, the pain radiating up his leg like a thousand needles piercing his flesh. With a desperate effort, he summoned flames to melt the ice. Steam hissed and rose around him as the fire met the frost, but the damage was done.
