[center][h2]Kitsune[/h2][/center]

As soon as she heard that there were people inside, Kitsune was on her feet and moving towards the building. As she approached the broken window the temperature drastically rose, the flames inside pouring out heat in waves as they grew and spread with every passing second; she hardly felt it, the perks of having a heat-related power, but anyone still inside would be suffering. It didn’t affect her though, she could run inside no problem if heat was the only issue; she was pretty sure she wouldn’t get burned even if she stepped into the flames directly. The smoke was the bigger issue; thick plumes out it exited the building and rose into the night sky, the signal that let her know to come here in the first place. It filled the interior of the building and smothered the air inside; it prevented her from getting any closer, threatening to choke her if she tried.

She hesitated, unsure of what to do. Unsure of what she [i]could[/i] do. Calling the fire department was the obvious choice, if someone hadn’t already done so. There were no sirens approaching, none that she could hear; anyone inside would be dead by the time they arrived. It was just her. No one else around to help.

Just her.

Akeno took off her mask; it wouldn’t help her to breath and she needed the visibility. She ran back to the van and grabbed a black sweater that had been left inside by one of the abductors and began to tear it apart. Wrapping the remain around her face to try and block out the smoke, she dashed back to the building and entered.

She was blinded immediately. Even staying low to the ground, where she knew the smoke would be thinner, she could hardly see; the caustic chemicals in the air stung her eyes and made them water and visibility was reduced to a foot or two at best. She tried to calling out, but the roar of the flames was loud enough she could barely hear her own voice and all it did was draw in more air that made her cough and choke; if the co-workers responded then that too was drowned out by the noise.

All Akeno could do was crawl on hands and knees and feel around for something soft enough to be a human being; thankfully not having to worry about burning herself on anything she touched. After what felt like minutes, but was likely only seconds, her hand touched a fabric covered lump and she dragged herself over to it. Through watery eyes she could make out a face, but couldn’t tell if the person was still alive of not. Regardless, she grabbed them under the armpits and began to pull them back towards the door and out onto the street.

A few moment to breath fresh and feel the now shockingly cold night air on her skin and she went back in, spending another few agonising moments searching for the second person before her hand touched fabric again and she dragged a second person from the burning building.

She dragged them as far as she could, which probably wasn’t far enough from the building or the flames to be safe, and collapsed. Her arms and legs were shaking, her lungs burning, and she still couldn’t see.

“Is there…” she found it hard to breathe or speak through the makeshift mask, so she tore it from her face and tried again. “Is there anyone else inside?”

She could finally hear sirens in the distance.