"Do it." His reply is instantaneous. There was no choice to be made anymore - suffering a little facial contact with monster vomit was absolutely worth having his broken face and burnt hands (arguably some of his most valuable assets!) back to their normal condition.

Luka approaches Gyre, cautious not to get too close to where he presumes the edge of the lake must be. He inhales deeply and squeezes his eyes shut, arms straight at his sides, his fists clenched tight in anticipation.

"Okay, go, I'm ready." He says between holding his breath. "Do what you have to do."