"There, there. There's no need to shout. Just follow me," Datura cooed softly; she made a poor attempt of a smile as her gaze were led astray by the blaze behind her. There was fire everywhere; so much that she couldn't believe her eyes when she saw a pair of children in a non-fiery pit of a corner. Nevertheless, she grabbed the youngsters, searching for a way out.

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Suddenly, something hit her nose with a small [i]DRIP[/i]. 

"What the--?" Datura wrinkled her nose and stared at the ceiling in disbelief. Above, small drops of water came leaking from the gaps in the roof, replacing the flames that had completely engulfed it. From the shattered windows, she could see sprinkle of rain that quickly turned into a downpour. Most of the fire that blocked her escape was soon extinguished into ember, leaving only debris and bits of burnt wooden planks. 

With a quiet huff, she led the children out through the front door. With water dripping all by now,she stared at the two strangers-turned-heroes, looking disgruntled.  "Are all those monstrosities gone? Cause I wouldn't like to see these children turn into meals."