"I hear ya, Sparky!" Bucket still in hand, head ducked down as low as he could reasonably manage below the cover of smoke, the tattooed man half-jogged, half-stumbled in the direction indicated.
He only had one shot with the bucket, so he'd have to make it good; there was simply no time to run back and forth to refill it from the trough. He made his way as close as he could possibly manage, daring the searing heat that made him feel almost like he was stuck in that damned Beastmen's phony bathhouse-slash-Ganmen again--and when he could practically feel sparks landing on his unruly azure hair, Kamina gave a spin worthy of an Olympic discus-thrower, flinging the bucket and its contents toward the stable doors.
Not waiting for it to even score on his target, Kamina unfurled his sodden cape with a snap that briefly revealed the stylistic be-shaded skull emblem of Gurren Brigade upon its back even through all the smoke. Taking up a double-handed grip upon it, he put it to use in the most efficient manner he could think of--quite simply beating at the hissing flames with the soaked length of material. His cape wouldn't look so hot after this, but some things were more important.