[A tall imposing black skeletal hydra would stand over you. It's four heads examine you]

Death: Oh, another worm to squash under our feet... [would roll their eyes at your presence]

Fire: Or scorch! [Smoke billowing from their nostrils]

Ice: Why not stab them with my ice? [Examines you, her scarf blowing in he wind]

Thunder: Or eat them... [licks their lips hungrily]