Hey, as long as someone else is on board with his idea, it can't end as poorly as firing water at the fire had, right? In theory?

So Koumyou nods and throws a hand out toward the burst pipe, clenching it shut.

With a groan of twisting metal, the pipe kinks closed. The last of the airborne water splashes to the floor, but no more shoots out to join it.

Of course, using that much chi all at once (it takes a lot to push a tube in on itself) when his reserves are still empty from the mission, hits Koumyou like a truck. The priest sways and stumbles, grabbing onto the nearest counter for support.

"I can... send the water on the floor back down the drain, I just need a... minute."

Whee, the train's spinning.