Lorenzo Remei
All of a sudden, his bone's flames burst back as if they flinched, the closest thing the undead had to an expression of panic. A woman? But how!? He hadn't so much as noticed her, but now she had gotten in the way.
Perhaps out of panic, he couldn't retreat his flames in a timely fashion. The most he could manage was scream and hold out his hand in desperation and genuine worry. "Wait!"
And then, flames roared, earth shattered, and smoke flew in the air freely. Damn, he was too late. Had he gone too far? The last thing he wanted was to clean up someone else's mess. If he took Grigori's confidence seriously and didn't bother to hold back, it didn't mean he was inconsiderate. Mostly. At least, not to the point he'd be happy about this. Jeez, what a pain...
But all of a sudden, just as the flames and smoke cleared, the flying pirate was stunned twice in a row. He had seen his fair share of impossible things, in fact, by then he'd expect them. However, he didn't expect someone to be able to take an attack of such magnitude and remain unscathed.
He didn't know if he should shudder or bemoan his lack of skill, but more than anything, he was glad.
"Hey! Are you okay?" He called her out while slowly descending, the flames around him orbiting in order to slowly bring him down to earth.