Blue-white flame jetted toward the Titan from somewhere near her. Behemoth screamed and turned around. He was facing her now; she could see his eyes, the eyes of a god. An angry god, whose sanctuary had been violated.

The fire spewed at him again. This time she saw where it came from, a nozzle protruding from the ceiling. She hadn’t known about that.

Behemoth saw it, too. He roared and lunged forward.

“Come on,” she whispered. “You know what to do.”

The ceiling of the cave was higher, here. This time when he rose up, he was nearly at his full standing height. His face was meters from her when his tusks smashed into the ceiling. Huge chunks of stone tore loose, followed by a tremendous explosion as the reservoir of napalm or whatever it was breached.

Behemoth turned back toward the cave entrance, covered in flame. The fire seemed to find no purchase on his fur, and quickly burned out. He didn’t look hurt at all.