Cyril grunted as he pulled the man to safety. The blond haired girl helped as well, and once the man was safe, he looked back up at the burning flames. For once, he actually seemed concerned. It was strange because Cyril usually kept a stoic expression on his face. But now… he almost seemed frightened. Who could blame him, though? There was no way out… [i]Damn it, am I going to die here?[/i] he questioned, but then he felt something… wet fall on him. Glancing up, he realized that the water tower had burst and its water was beginning to fall over the fire. 

The fire was quenched before it could get any more serious. Cyril ran a hand through his moist hair, glancing to and fro the streets. Now that he could see clearly… he saw a bunch of people gathering. There was a woman that was being yelled at by some pink haired kid… Curious, he left the blond haired girl’s side and walked up to them, only catching some of their words.

[b]”I’m sorry, but if you knew how to stop the fire in the first place,”[/b] Cyril told the red haired woman, his eyes narrowing as he crossed his arms. A scowl was beginning to crawl across his features, but he restrained himself. No, he would hold himself back. This woman wasn’t a danger. She had saved his life, and the rest of them as well. [b]”Why didn’t you? People were injured.”[/b] it was obvious that he wasn’t in the mood for excuses. [i]Seriously, Trespiano seems to get more and more crazy people every year.[/i]

His gaze flicked back toward the others. There was that boy that had been with him before, when they were helping the old man. Cyril couldn’t recognize the others. Especially not the pink haired kid. Yet, he knew that he went to his school. He seemed around his age, and there was only one or two schools in Trespiano. The beach town was [i]that[/i] small. [b]”And I’m repeating this one here’s question. Who the hell are you?”[/b]