[On a bright, sunny day in downtown Heropa, the last thing Yuri Petrov expected to see was a young woman launching a flaming arrow into a tree, promptly setting it ablaze. Equal parts aghast at her carelessness and concerned her frantic beating of the flames might further spread them, he approaches.]
The soil will stifle it more quickly.
[It is an abrupt command, one he follows himself, though he takes the time to quickly roll up the sleeves to his suit jacket before plunging his hands into the loose dirt near the base of the trees. Mustn't get himself dirty.]
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The soil will stifle it more quickly.
[It is an abrupt command, one he follows himself, though he takes the time to quickly roll up the sleeves to his suit jacket before plunging his hands into the loose dirt near the base of the trees. Mustn't get himself dirty.]