The light mage coughed and staggered out onto the metal centerpiece. Fires burst behind him and licked the air like a tongue from the pits of hell. "WHOA!" he yelled as he ducked beneath the fire. There was only one way to go from here. He crouched down and climbed onto one fo the windmill blades that was headed down
He grabbed both sides of it and walked slowly onto it. His body slid as it dipped further and further downward and become more vertical. Eventually, he clung to the side of it and hung from it, just waiting for it to get low enough.
meanwhile, the fire still burned out of the building and smoked filled the air, and made that pathway impossible to go back to. Few people were around to see the event and the houses were pretty far out. The windmill was almost like a landmark for the region.
Once his feet touched the ground, he took a deep breath, "Alright. Well, that could have gone better," He said and dusted off his clothes and knocked the ash from his shoulder.
He looked around the area for anything he could use, "Water, water water," he repeated each one more silent than the last.
The fire from the top died down and the faint image od a red tail flashed in the opening and all that remained was smoke.
Finally, he rushed over to a small shed, and to the side of it was a water pump. Now, armed with buckets of water he stood at the doorway.
"Alright, salamander. Time for round two," he said and immediately ducked a burst of flame that sprung from the door. He heaved one of the buckets of water and there was a plume of smoke and the sound of a frantic and scurrying animal running back to the top.