Kicking near the maw was probably a bad idea, as while it didn't catch on flesh, it did snag Ken's pants leg, making a tear a couple inches long near the cuff before the maw itself melted away into what looked like a toucan's beak and lost its grip. Lea frowned slightly. If Ken was going to do things like that, they should probably try and finish this quickly.

Lea summoned a decent-sized fireball in his free hand. "Stand back!", he called to Ken hoping he'd listen. "This guy's about to get too hot to handle!"