It sure was! The golden horns were still there, teeth and spiked alligator tail intact, blue wings flared in a clear threat display! But everything else? A bulky, tall, heavily tanned human, the scent of salt and ozone clinging to him, as if he'd just disembarked from a stormy sea.

Also, pissy. Very pissy.

"Fine then, I might deign to admit I'm a touch smaller'n some dead bloke," Technically, blue dragons weren't even the largest of the bunch but shut up he's making a point here, "But what good's bein' larger'n a mountain if ye aren't clever enough to not get killed by some wanderin' pillock, aye? I don't even have to be two hundred feet to knock ye about an' I'll face ye here now and prove it!"

THAT'S RIGHT, FINE. He'll kick your ass as a human, FUCK YOU.