Restraint is a thing maybe somebody who controls elements and the light of creation really ought to learn. Soldat is not impressed.

But see that pulling thing? That's helpful. With the water no longer spraying everywhere, Soldat can turn back and collect the canister, flipping it open and dousing the biggest clump of fire. "This is going to be a disaster," they grump between spurts, "to clean up."

(I miss Beacon. Where fire didn't fucking catch. I'd rather have light and warmth. And the occasional fire? I'm fucking dealing with it, Sarge.)