Inkanyamba rose from the pool at the base of the waterfall, a cyclone of water and lightning. Cyclone Coil. It sought to extinguish the mountain's fire.
Hephaestus wiped soot from his brow. He limped to his anvil. Crippled Gait, but it didn't matter. He wasn't going to run.
"You're leaking on my floor," the Smith God grunted.
Thermal Shock
Inkanyamba spat Lightning Breath, aiming to electrocute the metal floor of the forge.
Hephaestus raised his hammer. He didn't hit the serpent. He hit the mountain. Magma Hammershock.
The ground split. A fountain of magma erupted beneath the waterfall.
When lava meets water, the reaction is not a fizzle; it is an explosion. The water flashed to superheated steam in a microsecond. The Cyclone Coil was blasted apart by the expanding gas.
Inkanyamba, scalded and blinded by the steam, thrashed in the boiling mud. Hephaestus went back to his work, using the residual heat to temper a new blade.