Clay: Well, I wasn't injured, I was just lightly stabbed.

Peril: Really? Are you sure it's not a hard stab?

Clay:  . . . 

Clay: Well, it was, but I didn't want you to worry.

Peril: Smiles wickedly, Where are they?

Clay: Well, they're over there, but you really don't --

But Peril had already headed in the direction of the offenders, her claws menacingly raised and the same wicked smile on her face

Clay: R.I.P random dragons.