Prisom looks at him a moment, then slaps him so hard that he spins in place. "Do you have a death wish? No one would make it out alive! You think you can kill a dragon? A gargantuan beast that sees everything, eats everything, and fears nothing? You couldn't hurt me, even if you tried. A dragon wouldn't even notice your attack. The young dragon back there would most likely be able to kill most of our group, and that's [i]before[/i] the rest of it's clan woke up and ripped you apart limb from limb. If we were going to fight, I would have brought the teachers and the headmaster with me, not a bunch of newbies." He looks at Uthlar like you would a madman, his eyes glowing.