Cuts off both of Lung's arms

I closed again, even as he started to turn, and lopped off the same arm I’d first severed. He loosed another howl and eyed me with inarticulate fury, and the flames turned bright, blazing yellow. Even the asphalt at our feet was beginning to melt — he had to be burning at eighteen or nineteen-hundred degrees Fahrenheit, at least.

He swung out at me with his other arm, again, but I just lopped that one off, too. I stepped in, angling Balmung for a stab — but Lung’s severed arm had already regrown, much faster than before, and I saw it too late to move back. It slammed into my face, claws scratching towards my eyes, with the force of a speeding truck.