All The Good Girls Go To Hell

She thought she was going to fall to her sizzling death in the lava below as a leg went through one of the boards, effectively scraping up her right side a bit before she felt the teeth of the strange man scruff her and finish dragging her across the bridge. She wanted to scowl at him, but in reality he had saved her life and she was thankful, though he could've been a bit nicer with those teeth!

Taking a deep breath, she calmed her brewing attitude and exhaled it as she surveyed what was now before her in the cave. Lava pooled around and stones made what seemed like a sturdy path through. She almost hadn't noticed the small bridges or the narrow path, and after her last experience with a bridge, she wasn't so keen on trying that route again. Plus, she was probably too big and heavy for either the bridges or the path anyway, making the sturdy looking stones appear to be the best option.

Widow has chosen strength.

"Speech!"