Neither Samuel or Wolf are filled with fear. Wolf:Oh please we've killed things that would make any dragon piss itself and run away with its tail between its legs. Wolf charges with the revolver and armored arm he delivers 3 quick jabs to the gut and pistol whips you in the jaw. He backs off. Samuel:My turn. He slides towards you and whirls around in confusing patterns and stabs you in the ankle and uppercuts you away. Samuel:Now let's see that dragon of yours.