The pink point grew up fast and shed light on the river. There must have been forty boats sneaking towards us. They had extended their croc hide protection in hopes of shedding fire bombs.
I was glowing and breathing fire. Bet I made a hell of a sight from over there.
The nearest boats were ten feet away. I saw the ladder boxes and grinned behind my croc teeth. I had guessed right.
I threw my hands up, then down. A single bomb arced out to shatter the nearest boat.
The trap was almost too good. Fire sucked most of the air away and heated what was left till it was almost unbearable. The survivors had no stomach left for combat. That was the first wave, a distant rattle announced the second wave. I was laying for these guys, too.