[Leo has no intention of letting something like a natural disaster do him in. He'd rather live to a ripe old age, of course, but if he has to die sooner, it had better be in combat. To get done in by a flaming tree branch would just be.... ignominious.
But now is not the time to return quips. Now is the time to put the pieces together and get Mike OUT of there. Leo's cousin and his rescues are in a bad spot; the fire will invade their space to climb up the tree in short order. Leo has to get them across that wall of burning debris. The fire is lowest over to the side, near the thinner end of the branch; Leo can even make out the shapes of one turtle and two kedan beyond the smoke and rippling heat. If they're going to have a chance at crossing, it'll be here.]
Hold on!
[There are kedan everywhere with buckets of water, rushing to and from their precious trees. But a bucket of water won't quite do it, the flames will come straight back. If he can find something solid to smother the fire just long enough -
There. Leo spies a crumpled piece of fabric that likely started life as a curtain; now it's debris, scattered among the remains of these people's homes and lives. Leo grabs it, then snatches a bucket from a passing kedan and shoves the curtain in to soak it. He picked the right material; it absorbs the lot.
The kedan aren't pleased and the officials directing the fire effort yell at him, but Leo might as well be deaf to their words. He leaps back to the fire separating his cousin from safety, and whips the curtain over the fire. The heavy, water-laden fabric hisses furiously as the liquid starts to evaporate on contact with the heat.
It won't last long at all, but it WILL give Mike a window, and something to step on besides bare coals and open flame.]
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But now is not the time to return quips. Now is the time to put the pieces together and get Mike OUT of there. Leo's cousin and his rescues are in a bad spot; the fire will invade their space to climb up the tree in short order. Leo has to get them across that wall of burning debris. The fire is lowest over to the side, near the thinner end of the branch; Leo can even make out the shapes of one turtle and two kedan beyond the smoke and rippling heat. If they're going to have a chance at crossing, it'll be here.]
Hold on!
[There are kedan everywhere with buckets of water, rushing to and from their precious trees. But a bucket of water won't quite do it, the flames will come straight back. If he can find something solid to smother the fire just long enough -
There. Leo spies a crumpled piece of fabric that likely started life as a curtain; now it's debris, scattered among the remains of these people's homes and lives. Leo grabs it, then snatches a bucket from a passing kedan and shoves the curtain in to soak it. He picked the right material; it absorbs the lot.
The kedan aren't pleased and the officials directing the fire effort yell at him, but Leo might as well be deaf to their words. He leaps back to the fire separating his cousin from safety, and whips the curtain over the fire. The heavy, water-laden fabric hisses furiously as the liquid starts to evaporate on contact with the heat.
It won't last long at all, but it WILL give Mike a window, and something to step on besides bare coals and open flame.]
Go!!