Three Fiery Thots, And A Half Empty Lake
I remember being a kid at the lake, and a friend's parents had bought a strange giant air bag. One person laid on the front of it, depressing the massive bag, and then another person climbed up a tall ladder.
That person jumped off, and landed on the back part that was filled with air. The results were you being catapulted into the air about twenty feet, and then back down to slap the water.
This was about four times as hard, and there was no upward arc to slow me down. I speared into the lava, and my Fire Gog Totem and Fire Force Pact took over.
I had to keep my eyes closed, the lava was far too bright, and I didn’t need to see to eat. I opened my mouth and the fiery thick milkshake textured lava poured in.
[Good, consume as much as you can while they are busy. It is filling you with energy, but if they kill the dragon, you should be teleported from here before the Tri-Gods can get you.]
‘Should be, isn't that inspiring.’
[Then you had better get eating!]