The small dragon squirmed and thrashed in place, letting out displeased noises at its inability to free itself. The talons are tight around the cube at first, but a couple tugs forces the dragon to release its prize.

Meanwhile, Noiz jogs the rest of the way until he meets Proto near the pinned dragon. "Nice aim." He holds out a hand, palm up and covered in thin white bandages from knuckle to past the wrist. "Give it here." Not the most polite, but for Noiz it's not particularly rude.