The gust forcing him down suddenly let off and a women stepped forward seeming to take responsibility for attack on Finnagin.

"What do ye think i was trying to do? First the crazy fire whip guy and now you!" Finnagin drops too the ground and puts down his hood revealing a young Scotsmen with spiky red hair. He checks a pocket watch and says, "Now you've done made me late for supper, and that is not even counting the time I have to take to get some money and pay my tab at the pub!" 

Getting quite heated Finnagin flared up the two fireballs in his hands and looked strait at the women. "So what be your problem with me!?"