[SE] embers away

Time has stopped before us The sky cannot ignore us Inspections and perusals could only last so long; sometimes fire was fire, and with the encroaching wake of wild flames elsewhere, perhaps they should’ve expected the broad scope to land elsewhere – even amidst the frozen isle. Caido had been immersed in far stranger occurrences than infernos; but Deimos knew how far such destruction could spread – given how often he’d wielded it himself. I am going to try something, he announced, because that was what the Sword did. Not an idle creature by any stretch of the imagination, loathing complacency, and figuring, even if they couldn’t put out the entire means, perhaps there’d be a solution amidst the briny sea. Certainly not from his abilities at the moment – for only lightning scorched through the thunderbird contortions; but things he’d brought with them, measured in potential. Dipping low, with the bucket still grasped tightly in his talons, his broad form unfurled further, wings wide and outspread, as he skimmed over the surface. Listening, hoping to hear the current dip into the container, he then banked upward, intending to tip the contents over the rise of the plumes, smoke, and blaze below, waiting to hear the hiss and recoil of embers. Any difference? the Resurrected Sword No one can separate us For we are all that is left