[The heat was stifling in the city, and the fires only made everything so much worse. There was the inherent danger, of course, but also the potential loss of knowledge, if they got into and ate up any personal libraries, there was the subtler danger of monsters whose instinct would override reason at the sight, smell, sound of flame and cause them to lash out or bolt.
There were those who would run into burning buildings without a thought.
Unfortunately, a house burning isn't an unusual sight, lately. Neither is seeing a small gaggle of people watching it burn. What is unusual is hearing the chatter of someone - one of those idiot mirrorbound - running in. Foolish. Should just wait for the fire brigade, or a witch specializing in water magics.
All of them overworked. All of them unlikely to arrive before it's too late.
Sylvain waits a few minutes to see if anyone will emerge from the flames before pushing through the small assembled crowd and running in himself at hearing a difficult to make out shout from inside - presumably for help.
It's hot. Oppressively so, but he's lucky enough that his study has given him just enough control over extant flame to keep it off him. He can't say the same for whoever else is trapped in here, though, so he keeps an eye out for whoever had come in before him - and why they'd come in.
Keith. Keith who is burning, and an unconscious child trapped under a beam.]
Goddess... Keith, you idiot.
[Pot, kettle.
Regardless, he does shoot a healing spell his way to help with the burns before kneeling on the floor next to the child, bracing his shoulder against the beam. If Keith can lift it just enough while he shoves it, he should be able to pull her out...
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There were those who would run into burning buildings without a thought.
Unfortunately, a house burning isn't an unusual sight, lately. Neither is seeing a small gaggle of people watching it burn. What is unusual is hearing the chatter of someone - one of those idiot mirrorbound - running in. Foolish. Should just wait for the fire brigade, or a witch specializing in water magics.
All of them overworked. All of them unlikely to arrive before it's too late.
Sylvain waits a few minutes to see if anyone will emerge from the flames before pushing through the small assembled crowd and running in himself at hearing a difficult to make out shout from inside - presumably for help.
It's hot. Oppressively so, but he's lucky enough that his study has given him just enough control over extant flame to keep it off him. He can't say the same for whoever else is trapped in here, though, so he keeps an eye out for whoever had come in before him - and why they'd come in.
Keith. Keith who is burning, and an unconscious child trapped under a beam.]
Goddess... Keith, you idiot.
[Pot, kettle.
Regardless, he does shoot a healing spell his way to help with the burns before kneeling on the floor next to the child, bracing his shoulder against the beam. If Keith can lift it just enough while he shoves it, he should be able to pull her out...
And then they'll have to get out, themselves.
One thing at a time.]
Try lifting it again.