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[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...

And then they'll have to get out, themselves.

One thing at a time.]

Try lifting it again.

[marmoron]

[ The soothing burst of magic as the burns on his hands start healing registers before anything else. Keith wasn't expecting anything to come of that call for help because that's how shit goes when there's a fire. Always tons of spectators to gawk and gasp, but not too many willing to stick their neck out. A lesson learned when he was a kid.

He looks up sharply, relief overriding whatever trace indignation he feels over the insult. There's a time and place for everything and so on. ]

Sylvain...?

[ He can't lie; the guy is absolutely not who he was expecting to see, but that's not important. He gives him a nod, gripping the beam. This time, he focuses all his energy into that one task -- no distracting concerns about the unconscious chimera or the inferno blazing around them. And this time, between them, the beam lifts enough that Sylvain should be able to grab the child. ]

You got her?

[ Teeth grit as his arms strain from the weight, he angles the beam slightly so that it won't fall on the girl's legs when he lets it drop. ]

[crestfallenfor]

[Spectators who look the other way when it comes to actually getting their own hands dirty is an unfortunately common phenomenon, it would seem. Too common.

Sylvain's always been bad at it - doubly so when it's a friend's life on the line, not that he was aware this was the case until entering the blaze. It is, though, and the sight of relief on Keith's face at seeing him is enough to cement any nagging thoughts to get out before the fire gets to be too much, if it isn't already.

Besides, there's a very clear task at hand, so when Keith lifts the beam again, he pushes back against it to open the gap made just that much wider, enough that he can pull out the child before they have to drop the beam.]

Got her. You alright?

[Or. Well. As alright as he can be, given the situation.

In the meantime, he weaves a couple more quick healing spells over the little group of them, not out of any illusion of them being better than getting out and getting proper medical attention - especially for the little girl - but for now... He has to do what he can.

And that includes keeping a close eye on Keith, just in case he isn't as alright as he might want to come across.]

[marmoron]

[ The beam cracks the wooden flooring when he finally lets it drop, the heat only exacerbating what damage has already been done to the structural integrity of the house. The floor doesn't give way, but the beam partly protrudes through the floor into the basement beneath. Whatever else Sylvain says is utterly lost on him. ]

We need to --

[ He tries to yell, but there's smoke in his throat that makes him cough instead. Getting a little frantic, he tries to grab Sylvai and the chimera and usher them back out towards the burning living room. Is he alright? God, he almost wants to laugh , just pondering it briefly. He's fine, of course he's fine, he's going to be fine, how could he not be fine when there are people around with magic to make things fine and survivable?Just a few more feet to the exit now.

As they get back into the living room, there's an unreassuring series of cracks as another beam starts coming loose, sending rubble and debris raining down onto their heads. ]

Watch out!

[ That's accompanied by a hard shove to Sylvain's side to try and at least get him the kid out of harm's way.As for Keith something clips him on the back and knocks him down onto his knees. ]