When the Hams are too Steamed

Izanami turned on her heels, surprised at the voice behind her. She recognized it, though she'd never heard it in person before. "No hablo español." The violet heroine said, her accent extremely telling she was not a native speaker. Izanami grinned, crossing her arms across her chest. "That's the only phrase I know how to say in Spanish." It quite literally was, well, that and where's the bathroom.

Before her stood the heroic duo of Wildheart and Centaurion; though Izanami wasn't exactly keen on the specifics on the Hero's Quirk she knew he could summon his strange lion centaur companion at will. She also knew said companion was dumb as an ox, but popular with the children given his outlandish appearance. "If it isn't Wildheart in the flesh." Izanami said coyly as she stepped up to the man. He had a fair bit of height on her, even counting her horns she was only up to his eyes. "I've heard you called the Spanish Samurai, the news makes you out to be something of a romantic." Dragon Queen gave a short bow, as did the four serpent like tendrils that slithered out from her upper back. "And I am Dragon Queen, but we can save the formalities for later."

The Fire Chief turned to speak with the two, he was a gruff older man with a thick mustache and a persistent scowl on his face. Tall and broad despite beginning to near retirement age, grey hair couldn't betray the youthful energy in his commanding voice when he spoke. "Wildheart, Dragon Queen, it's good to have you here. We need all the help we can get." The man pointed to the rooftop of the building, nearly enveloped in the rising smoke from the lower floors. "Anyone above the eleventh floor was unable to evacuate. They'll be heading to the rooftops if they're able too. Normally we'd have a helicopter to airlift people to safety, but the updrafts from the building make the air pressure here too unstable. So we'll need your help getting those trapped on the rooftop to safety." Izanami was already scanning neighboring buildings, looking for suitable landing spots to drop off survivors.

"Then there's the matter of the burning floors. We don't have a way to know how many are still trapped inside, or where. My men are spread thin as is trying to handle the blaze. Most of our fire brigades are occupied down at the bay. Some flame Quirk Villain set a warehouse on fire in a drug bust, and they're keeping it from speaking to the entire docks." The chief stroked at his chin, weighing their odds over in his mind. "Whatever we do, we need to work fast. This apartment is fairly old, Pre-Quirk era, and it's not built to current safety standards. It could collapse any minute given how much weight the damage floors are trying to hold up. Time is of the essence."

Izanami just nodded, "Right." She looked back at the building, then to the two men before her. "Wildheart, I could fly you up to the rooftops, but I can't carry Centaurion as well. I'm only strong enough to carry a few people out at a time like this." A sullen look crossed the woman's face as she continued to speak. "My dragon form's too heavy if the building is as damaged as you think. I won't risk transforming on the rooftop. But... I'm also probably the best equipped to check the burning floors for survivors too." Her gaze then shifted back to her Spanish compatriot. "Apologies in advance Wildheart, but I don't actually know what your Quirk is capable of. I just know Centaurion is strong and fast." As Izanami completed her sentence water hoses began pumping onto the burning building, which audible groaned and creaked from the stresses on its steel from the rapid heating and cooling.

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