Erandur took note of the creature's reaction. It wasn't just the fire, but the mask, the same one Higgs had hidden himself behind.
As it took hold of both him and the dragon he had summoned, Erandur did what he could to heal one of his hands. But, the beast in front of him was fast, it had too many tentacles.
Growling deeply in his core, Erandur was about to try something different: with his mostly reformed hand, Ice began to cover the beast before him. Tar was water-based, was it not? Erandur sure as shit hoped so, as sprayed the golden face of the 'Tar-Kraken.'
"Fuck you!" Erandur cried out as he landed on its face, one broken hand, one mostly began punching and tearing at the Golden mask of this monstrosity. To some, it would seem evident that the Dragonborn wanted has his deathwish. But it was not entirely the case, as his body slammed into the golden face, the Dragon began to tear at the limps on the beast.
The dragon, even tangled by the tarred tentacles spit out even more of fire, its master, clearly insane in this moment, neither had an care.
"Give!" A harsh punch came down from his near healed hand, cracking it. "Her!" Another came down with the same fury, cracking it further. "Back!" Then another, harsher blow from the same hand on the creature's golden face, shattering it. The tar erupted from the mask, but it did not stop him, with one fist, he continued to pounded into the mask.