Good to know someone out there was first cognizant enough to come to the fire and second competent enough to help deal with it. When the cannon comes smothering another pillar of flame Miles' gaze falls on the recently arriving trainer. "A gentleman and a scholar." He muses mustering up half a smile before looking deeper into the Pass flames still peaking further in.

"I'll survive, the trainers who caused the scene have already fled, but I fear a hiker or two may be caught on the other side of the pass. I'll attempt to survey the area from above if you can continue on foot and create a path with our pokemon."

"I believe that's our best option." He doesn't bother with names, there was a job to do and while it feels nice being on the other side of a disaster for once, he doesn't plan to stick around too long following the cavalry's arrival.

"No promises." He looks up at the smoke preparing himself mentally to be up there. With any luck, Caelum would break through it with his speed allowing at least a little fresh air into him despite the longshot it was. His focus shifts to his pokemon on the ground. "Follow their lead, I'll be back shortly." The prehistoric pokemon roar in compliance as Miles calls another pokeball releasing the sky-bound aerodactyl from his Pokeball. "Take me up we're searching for anyone caught in the forest." With a final nod to his makeshift partner on the ground the rocket takes for the skies.

Below he can see the blond-headed ranger making quick work with what looked like twice as much water-power as there'd been when he was on the ground. Hopefully more than enough to make a path. He's in the sky for about a minute and a half Aerodactyl changing altitude every so often making sure both he and his trainer received enough fresh air before diving back through the clouds and towards the flames. It's in his second circling of the area that the rocket spots a trainer trapped underneath a fallen tree. How cliche.

The man swears before diving down. Upon landing, there's little relief upon the trapped trainer's face.

"Please, I can't... I can't move my legs." What a surprise.

Despite the thought Miles doesn't respond sarcastically, he knew Aerodactyl could break the tree trunk apart, but without damaging the boy underneath was tricky. "Caelum circle back to Obelos, let the team know where I am. Understood?"

In moments the aerodactyl is gone leaving Miles to deal with the situation for now.

Blond hair, blue eyes, and a penchant for good timing. "Keep this up and I might swoon." There's a teasing sort of sarcasm when Kazimir Wynter appears on the scene both teams of pokemon beside him. Miles had a fourth pokeball in hand, but it seems there's no need to call out his own solution as the other trainer's feraligatr was more than capable enough to deal with the situation managing to remove the tree with its more than impressive physical acumen.

Miles isn't content to just watch, however helping Kazamir pull the injured trainer from former prison following the feralgatr's display of strength. Miles inspected the hurt trainer his consciousness fading. Despite the completion of his doctorate wasn't a medical doctor by trade and so he could only inspect the man's injuries to a certain extent. Kazamir every the quick mover called forth a fourth pokemon helping deal with the burns across the trainer's body, but the trainer's leg was obviously out of commission for the moment.

"We're going to have to carry him out the way we came." The analyst waves his Tyrantrum over while he speaks. "I circled the forest twice, there's no one else in the Pass to my knowledge. Any updates on the fire department?"

Tyrantrum would lower himself while Miles and hopefully Kazamir helped the man onto the fire-resistant dragon. "Be easy, he's injured."
His final words clearly directed toward that very same dragon.

And he was sweet too? Not his boy, but quite certainly a boy to die for. The rain was a welcome relief with any luck it'd help clear the smoke from his hair. The blond-haired trainer had a point however, if he'd been in the situation a year ago he wouldn't have been able to deal with it, or at least not with such precision, working in team rocket, or perhaps just existing in dangerous situations had been good for him in this sense.

"Not in the slightest." He responds to the man's question as he was in fact the furthest thing from a ranger. "Just a Lavaridge native protecting his home however he can." He nods at his remaining pokemon before returning them to their balls excluding Obelos who of course was on his way transporting the wounded individual.


He follows behind the individual, enhancing his cover story for the fire all the while, the less team rocket was involved in this the better. He can see the lights of the fire department and paramedics just aside as well as his own pokemon completely out of place in the scene it was almost comedic watching obelos attempt to be out of the way while paramedics half his size sidestepped the dragon pokemon.

"Well I suppose it's time for me to deal with that mess." He comments on the situation just ahead, but before moving forward he'd turn to the extremely useful trainer. "But I've yet to get your name sweet talker. You held far better than I did out there and I can't help but feel I owe you one." Realizing he'd forgotten his manners, he'd offer his own, "Miles, by the way."

"Then we share another commonality." His wit strikes playfully to the hunk. Watching his wink and turn. He doubts this is the last time he'd see Kazimir Wynter he just hopes the terms of their next meeting wouldn't be quite so chaotic. Tyrantrum spots Miles just as the blond trainer turned to leave and soon Miles too would fade into the burned wildness avoiding the rangers who'd most assuredly be looking for answers. All in all, for the trouble it'd been a decent evening it was rare he felt able to do something unequivocally good, a feeling he wouldn't mind working towards again.

mission complete