Shadowgate

It would seem the heat is too much for you to handle. Freeing the buckler from your arm, you push it aside and stand wearily.
You contort your face and glare at the dragon, giving it what you believe is the angriest face you have; in return a wave of liquid fire rushes towards you, melting your facial features before reaching you.
You contort your face and glare at the dragon, giving it what you believe is the angriest face you have; in return a wave of liquid fire rushes towards you, melting your facial features before reaching you.