Too busy clawing at his throat and pawing at his eyes to worry about much else, Gorf takes little notice of Mina or her dagger. He does, however, perceive a painful sensation in his leg when the blade pierces his thigh. It takes a moment for him to process what had just transpired, but when finally he does he does his best to convey his feelings on the matter of being stabbed in the leg.

"#@!$#^%DJGKH*&AAHGHAGHGAAGGHHH!!!!!"

Heroic deeds and hunting the damned would have to wait a moment. Now was the time to hop on one leg and performing ballads in honor of this particular sensation! His throat burnt from his own bomb and a bloodthirsty beast on the loose, however, he knew he would not be able to keep this up for long. With this in mind he begins to hop away (with a great sense of purpose, mind you!) from the fog of seasonings.

"Haah... haaah... You must think... you've goAAGGHGGHGHHH!!!" What he wanted to say to his opponent would have to wait but a moment. The dagger needed to come out. He drops it to the ground with a small thud. "... haaah... got me. BUT IT IS YOU WHO WILL BE GOTTEN!! BEHOLD, FOR YOUR DESTRUCTION IS AT HAND!!" With that proclamation he produces a small stick. It's a match.

Gorf fidgets about with it for a few seconds. He seemed to be having some trouble with it... wait no, he got it! And voila! A small spark of light is born.

"I realize your kind prefers their meat rather... raw. But this is the Great Gorf's cooking class! As such, everything is WELL beyond done. Which is why I've added to my little recipe..." and a slightly maniacal expression begins to shape on his tear-stained face as he says this, "...a secret spice to aid in that."

His wrist flicks. The match leaves his fingertips. Its gentle flame traces an even gentler arc through the air. It reaches out and touches the blackened cloud of culinary delights. Another spark of light and a small crackling is heard. And with a resounding BOOM the air about Mina is unceremoniously transformed into a sea of flames.

"YES! There is nothing better than the smell of roasted garlic after a hard-fought battle, wouldn't you agree my malicious madame!? But wait, you have been valiantly vanquished by me, THE BLACK DEATH!"

"GYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHACKCOUGH!!!! Urgh... I require refreshments. The pepper is overpowering."