The world around me seemed to be crumbling as I stood in the room. The ceiling, illuminated by a cascade of flames, was collapsing, and the wooden beams and load-bearing pillars were disintegrating into dust.
I became light-headed, but not as a consequence of smoke inhalation. No, my dizzy, nauseous frenzy was solely due to the flames glued to my skin. "Get it off me! For fuck's sake, GET IT OFF!"
A gout of cold water heeded my call, soaking me to the bone and snuffing out the flame sticking to me. The forceful gush pushed me back, staggering my straight posture with overwhelming strength.
When the flood ceased, I felt the cooling embrace of tranquility; I was free. 'Thank god,' I brought a shaking hand to view and sighed a loud relief. "I'm oka-"
"GET A MOVE ON!" a feminine voice echoed from behind me.