[Henry is ready to get up, he's ready for a second round. He makes another savage noise and twists his body around in an unnatural way to slash at Envy, but suddenly the pasty, long-haired man is gone and in his place is an enormous green noodle of death. He is slammed against the ground.]
[He writhes and scratches at the dragon's claws but there's not a lot a stick can do to a very real literal dragon. This is the worst day.]
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[He writhes and scratches at the dragon's claws but there's not a lot a stick can do to a very real literal dragon. This is the worst day.]