Evahld took a stance directly in the flight path of the dragon. The clawed boots returned, crackling with ice as he drew back his foot and prepared to kick the dragon in the jaw as it approached. This, of course, was before Vash intervened. He sighed, stood up, ready to take the dragon's attack in full. He was, of course, nearly immortal... but if people knew that it would really hurt his point.

"Blonde man with stupid glasses. Look and see what your intervention on the fiend dragon's behalf has wrought."