Eleanor stood, dumbfounded eyes glued upwards, as an inferno of flames erupted from the rooftop and windows of a tall structure. The dancing embers seemed to taunt her, feeding more and more upon the air around them. The fire thrived, uncontested by any outside sources; invincible, just as those who created it surely felt at that very moment. Hands slipping from her pockets, they hung uselessly at her sides. There was so little she could do in such a situation. It was not as if she had the power to restrain or diminish the fire. Those magics and control were far from her grasp. Gritting her teeth, she took a deep sigh, reaching her hands up behind her head. She was disgruntled. It seemed she had not been fast enough in tracking the culprits. For now, those thoughts of failure had to be set aside. The sounds of hacking and groaning foreshadowed the incoming flock of victims. Faces stained with patches of black, as smoke billowed from the doorway they escaped through. Eleanor raced towards them, doing what she could to help those fleeing from the blazing premises. Some elderly folks, some younger. Probably about a dozen in total. Nervously, she gazed back up at the building. No one seemed to be coming out anymore. Was that all of the people? No... It couldn't be. Two fingers on her temple, she entered investigation mode, scanning the building for any signs of life. Suddenly, something on the third floor, a person waving weakly. Impossible. Eleanor hesitated. She hadn't the strength to traverse a burning building in order to save someone. That wasn't her kind of rodeo. "Someone help! Third floor, left hallway! Someone is still up there!" She shouted, as if a helpless bystander to the disaster. Like a damsel, she felt so very weak and helpless in the face of such crime. If only she had stopped it, before it happened. "They need help! Someone!" Eleanor's words echoed through the streets, a cry for help amidst the thundering crackles of the great flame. There was little time to save the final captive of the fire.
The fire's roar was silent yet deadly, catching the elf's eye from far down a road. With words of worry calling in the distance, it was only a matter of minutes for Solaria to arrive in attention, soon surprised to see a familiar face. "Eleanor, what's going on? How many are left?" She didn't know what was going on inside, but she could hear screams and knew it was far from good in there. The heat of the flames left her pain sensors blaring, but there were far more important things than the safety of herself. She was a nurse planning to take the great Pledge of Nightingale. How could she not follow it's words distinctly, even if it wasn't yet time? Without a word of warning, her green hair flew behind her as she fled into the building. She found people and brought them out as quickly as she could, finding the fire oddly convenient to help cauterize some of the wounds she found on her way out, heating her sword without thinking about it. She dragged the injured as far from the flames as she could, their heat still reaching but not as strong. "El! I need you to help these people get to a hospital. I think there are more in there, and I can't heal and rescue at the same time!"
Gazing with a panicked guise, Eleanor peered towards the incoming, taller girl. While the face was familiar, there was little time to spend matching memories together. Luckily, it had seemed her call to arms had produced at the very minimum a single pair of helping hands. "You're right." As much as Eleanor hadn't ever heard the nickname 'El' used for her before, this was no time to dwell. The words sent her way had at least snapped some sense into her, as the flames had mesmerized her an a helpless, pessimistic trance. She had to get these people to some medical attention. Quickly, she heaved an older fellow onto her back. While she was thin, it was the least she could do. "You two, follow!" She barked a cold order towards a pair standing outside, both limping, leaning an arm across the other. "Hey!" Gritting her teeth, it seemed that the fear and remorse within Eleanor had been replaced with a rage. Her eyes caught sight of two young men and a woman, standing at a nearby corner. They seemed to be talking about the ordeal, though not getting too close to the fire or it's victims. "Get over her and help!" She growled. Intimidated by the gruff shout, the trio scurried off. "Worthless cowards..." Hearing a pained sigh from the man on her back, she knew that her movement had to be swift. Scouring the internal map she'd recorded of the city, she remembered a hospital only two blocks away, and down a corner to her left. With the pair following her, and the elder on her back, she made her way with due haste towards the medical facility.
