The punch connects. Dragon feels a shiver up his spine as the recoil from the impact staggers him.
"Not bad. Not even flinching from surprise. Expecting people to attack the predicted way is a silly way to death. " Dragon comments as he picks up his gun. His hands are covered in green scales. The impact doesn’t do any damage to the boy, but Dragon doesn’t look hurt either.
After putting his gun into its proper place, Dragon walks into the tunnel.
"Name’s Dragon. Follow me if you’re still interested. "