Full power Lung

I pulled myself back to my feet, taking a moment to move a stray strand of silver hair from my eyes, and when I looked back up and over at my enemy, I could see two great shapes spread wide like a large net amongst the flames. A new tail was already thrashing back and forth, and Lung stood, easily at least fifteen feet, powerful and dangerous and menacing, as the heat from his white-hot fire peeled the paint on every sign and building within twenty yards of him and boiled the asphalt beneath his clawed feet.

He was at the point, now, where most of the superheroes would probably have called it off and retreated. His fists were large, attached to arms like tree trunks, and could probably crumble a small house with one sweep of his arm, and his legs looked like they could crush minivans effortlessly. It wasn’t hard to imagine the beast before me going toe to toe with the entire Brockton Bay Protectorate roster and coming away the victor, and even the E88 at their most fanatical would probably take one look at him and turn the other way. This was a dragon, as his name had claimed.