You could punch a dragon, it just probably wouldn't end well for you. Nick could punch a dragon. He'd gone up against Fing Fang Foom, that purple pants motherfucker. Dragons weren't shit. So it was probably all right that Daisy the asshole halfling didn't give one, but it still annoyed Fury. If he had to play this shit, so did she.
"All your fucking spells miss," he snapped. "And it picks up some bitch and eats her and then it turns it's fire flaring nostrils to shoot a burst of flame right at Daisy." Nick sat back and crossed his arms, looking sullen. Fuck this game.