Jay yanked on the claws in hand. Lots of holes meant this could be a cheese-grater effect. Though he didn't want any Nazi cheese on his tacos.

Despite his very thick green, skin, that Hell-hot flame hurt. Jay bellowed in pain. He yanked harder on the claws he had a hold on. And he swung his other massive fist wildly to punch the flames into stopping.

There was not much thought going through his green brain at the moment outside of ow ow ow make it stop ow ow ow make it stop