Fading in and out of consciousness, Nishjin processes that there's fire all around him... There's a huge pain in his right arm, and he can't move it. Items from his pack are strewn about, and he sees his gas can about to light on fire.
Suddenly, all he feels is heat. Unbearable heat. Seeing his gun next to him, he grabs it with his left paw, seeing his own fur burning off. Tears in his eyes, he points the gun to his head. "Damn dragon..." And pulls the trigger.