[His support is unremarked upon but definitely appreciated. His confidence is touching. His idea is-
Actually. Shortest path? Shortest path.
She's been going about this all wrong. She's gotten so used to putting out fires all day- and so focused on other things- that it never even occurred to her. Sloppy. Stupid. Inexcusable, really.]
Step back and stay behind me.
[Smothering flames when they're spreading this quickly is too taxing, it's tiring her out quickly, but she has a better idea. She steps, not toward the exit, but toward the wall, as he suggested- the outside wall, she's fairly certain, which is why she'd relied on it for stability before.
This time, as the flame flickers blue, she's not trying to quench it. In fact, it almost seems like it's growing. And then she begins drawing it between her rapidly circling hands, forcing it into a small sphere of blue flame that gets brighter and brighter. She ignores the stinging of her lungs, still breathing deeply despite undoubtedly taking in more cinders and ashes with each breath. She'd worry about oxygen, but, well, she's about to let in a lot more air.
She just has to hope the backdraft isn't too much for her to handle.]
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Actually. Shortest path? Shortest path.
She's been going about this all wrong. She's gotten so used to putting out fires all day- and so focused on other things- that it never even occurred to her. Sloppy. Stupid. Inexcusable, really.]
Step back and stay behind me.
[Smothering flames when they're spreading this quickly is too taxing, it's tiring her out quickly, but she has a better idea. She steps, not toward the exit, but toward the wall, as he suggested- the outside wall, she's fairly certain, which is why she'd relied on it for stability before.
This time, as the flame flickers blue, she's not trying to quench it. In fact, it almost seems like it's growing. And then she begins drawing it between her rapidly circling hands, forcing it into a small sphere of blue flame that gets brighter and brighter. She ignores the stinging of her lungs, still breathing deeply despite undoubtedly taking in more cinders and ashes with each breath. She'd worry about oxygen, but, well, she's about to let in a lot more air.
She just has to hope the backdraft isn't too much for her to handle.]