Roman wound himself up, drawing upon that inner fire in his chest that gave him his berserker strength. When Zale's fist hit his jaw, he was ready for it.

Maybe not the way Zale wanted him to be ready for it.

He snapped, berserker fury taking over. He grabbed the nearest object and hurled it at the dragon with a fearsome war cry.

The nearest object, of course, was Tiberonne Zale.