As more pieces of burning wood snapped loose from the ceiling and dropped to the straw-strewn floor, leaking billowing clouds of smoke, it occurred to Kamina that in some ways this was disturbingly like one of the earthquake-induced cave-ins back in the tunnels. Unexpected, unpreventable, and a thing they were powerless to stop. Only this time...this time there was no Simon to drill a path to safety, while he could do nothing more than hold the rocks up with his back...
No! No, this was different. Simon wasn't here, but this Mitch had a few tricks of his own, it seemed. And from the sounds behind them, others had braved the barn to start guiding animals out, as well. Get it together, Kamina...who the hell d'you think you are?
Finally, he'd managed to smother enough of the flames that he could catch hold of the brittle, ragged door and snap it off its hinges, slinging it to the ground behind him and turning back to be faced with--
Whoa!
Under other circumstances, the towering yellow bird that warked plaintively at the back of the stall might have looked like the ultimate five-course meal just waiting to be prepared, but right now he was there to help save it from being barbecued.
Still, Kamina had never even been good with mole-pigs, let alone these strange surface animals. He glanced over his shoulder, hoping to catch one of the two women re-entering the building as he called over his shoulder, "Got another one loose!"
His cape was drying out fast, but hopefully it still had enough moisture left to survive extinguishing one more door before he'd have to retreat and re-soak it. Screwing up his nerve, Kamina moved onto the next.
Whoever the pyro was on the Nifleheim side was gonna pay for this in spades, if Kamina had his way...