Barely feels Lung's flames

Lung’s arm went flying off into the night, but to his credit, he didn’t flinch or retreat, he only howled, grabbed my wrist with his other hand, and pinned it to my chest. His flames tried to sear away my skin and melt my gauntlet, and even before my eyes, more and more silver scales were starting to bubble up from beneath his flesh, and he swelled and grew another four inches.

“GAH ‘OO!”

But his grip felt weak, fragile, and his flames were like a sunbeam on a clear summer day. The Lung before me was probably a mid-tier Brute already, capable of splattering my base Breaker state across the pavement like a rotten tomato, but as strong as he was, as formidable as other heroes might have found him, I was stronger still.