Kami frowned, as he heard the plea. He was a God, and somebody was quite obviously calling for his aid. And, as he knew from his Christan friends, a merciful God must always aid his worshippers. And he had to remain meciful to those who had not proven themselves guilty. He decided to aid the caller, saving them from the flames. He HAD caused them, after all, some small part of his mind told him. He reached out a hand, and decided to try something Magneto-style.
At first, the metal hardly moved. Then, a nearby car shifted. Gripping onto this, Kami rapidly got the hang of it, pulling the car to pieces, as the tin and iron supprots formed a makeshift bridge over the flames, pieces of heated metal forming on the sides to protect the woman. A miraculous bridge, to save her from the fire. Kami smiled, feeling quite pleased with himself.