You stop where you are and you hold your hands over your eyes to protect them. You hear the hissing of flames covering the house. The rain is like a flammable solvent and the place is becoming the scotching fireball. You feel the flame ignite climbing up your ankles so you drop rolling off the house. When you land on the grass eight feet below you are still spinning and the spin deflects the impact over your whole body leaving you bruised rather then broken. The flames have all gone out as well.