Tyrell turned as he heard the beast coming. He stepped in the boat, unable to jump for fear that he'd just go straight through it. The weight alone even not being in his full stone form sank the boat slightly. Once he settled he grabbed a pair of oars. "You seriously haven't been in a boat before? I thought Blademasters were supposed to be all knowing and skilled in thousands and millions of spectacular things." He pulled the right oar back, before plunging it in the water and then started rowing with both oars. when someone tried to run for the boat he raised his palm and collected the flame in it and they turned and ran to another boat. He kept going until they were in the middle of the lake and then he moved to the other side of the boat to look directly into the face of his new found friend.

"Right, so we helped eachother out of that mess-" he pointed his thumb back at the city, occasionally the sound of a scream could be heard in the silence in the middle of the lake. "-The real question is where do we go from here? What do we do?"