[Let's Fight a Dragon!]

The girl pulls a fairly sleek looking black pistol from somewhere underneath the desk. Judging by the clunking sound, it was a safe.
She tinkers with it for a second, and trailing lines of silver and gold begin to pulse down its barrel.
"Always preferred the Hyperion look..."

She flips the gun around, until she's holding it by the top of the barrel, before walking over to TASBot and holding it out to him.
"There you go, one quest reward pistol. Two modes for you there. Standard ballistic bullet mode, or you can flip this little switch over here, the one that gets the little pulse lines going, and you can feed it an elemental source. Depending on what you feed it, it'll work off of that for a bit, reprocessing the material for ammunition."
Feed it some ice to fire ice bullets! Feed it some acid to shoot acid stuff!
Somehow feed it fire to shoot fire?

"I imagine that'll be 'cool' enough, for you?"

[Above the Streets]

Up Jet clambers, to the beast's head.
The pull on his energy does seem to get (a little) softer as he moves away from its engine-wings, but not by enough to make a significant difference at this point.

When he gets up there, he'll get a mildly concerning sight of the dragon's head.
For the most part it seems normal enough. More silver scales and spikes, terminating into a very sharp hooked beak.
But it doesn't seem to have any eyes.

There's places where they should be. But they're just light-swallowing holes of black, the only clearly visible things in this haze of silver energy that Jet is currently surrounded by.

At least until he cracks it in the head and those dark pools disappear.
The rest of the dragon jerks, twitches, and then begins to sharply veer to the right and straight downwards.

It's...maybe unconscious?