Not hurt by a powerful hit by Lung

The thing about a dragon, however, is that they have far too many limbs to be in any way fair. Lung’s tail came around again, whipcord fast, and slammed into my chest like a speeding car. Without Siegfried, my entire ribcage would probably have been reduced to a maraca, but all I felt was something akin to a light slap.

It would have — it did — sent me flying, but I wasn’t willing to give him that much space and time to regain his bearings. I gripped Balmung with both hands and thrust it into the road, digging in my heels; instead of soaring twenty or thirty feet, I slid about five or seven, and I had barely managed to stop before I was moving again.