I am able to angle my fist so I don’t hit myself but the momentum of my own strike brings me on all fours. From the ground I mutter a few words that sound like a prayer. Then a massive cone of flame shoots out of my mouth the area around you heats up 100 times what it was you feel like you have to be dead yet the flames don’t burn. You figured out that when the Dragonborn said a few words under his breath that he was casting a spell of protection on you so the flames don’t kill you. The Dragonborn gets up and laughs “I’m just getting warmed up”.