Cuts off Lung's arm

As Lung charged towards me, I raced to meet him, shattering chunks of asphalt as I kicked off the ground. When we closed, he swiped at me with one clawed hand, wreathed in flame, but Siegfried’s instincts now filled my head, and my arm swung around, cleaving through his bicep with Balmung.

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.