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He nodded. "All right. We need to hurry; upstairs is the least safe area in a fire. Also, we need to get ourselves out before it's too late. Two minutes, then we're leaving."

He began opening doors and continued shouting.

"'Ey!" Finnegan cut in as he arrived at the house, now breaking into a jog, "Isn't anybody gonna do anything? There's a yougin' up there!"

He shook his head and sighed, "I'm goin' in." he said as he stripped off his jacket and ran towards the building. His foot made contact with the wall and he used this to push himself up to the nearest window and grabbed hold.
He pulled himself in and began searching for the source of the sound.

He got up to the window only to found himself beat into the room by a flying gentleman with a shattered stone shield floating on his arm and a mace of similar material embedded in the far wall. Several small children and a woman were crouched within, the children crying in terror.

The Thief followed the man in, embedding the knife in the wall behind him, barely missing Stone Man's face. Very Serious Man and Lizzie followed The Thief in, grouping up and trying to grab him. Very Serious Man was kicked back out; Lizzie narrowly avoided it and tried to stab The Thief with an energy lance, which was parried... with The Thief's arm. Huh.

That was certainly odd.

What the ******** is this? Finnegan wondered, cautious to pull himself into the window.
But, damn, the kids need my help!

With a sigh, he pulled himself into the window, he knew he would probably regret this later.

He stood firmly and projected his voice, "Hey, now, can't you see you're scarin' the youngins?" he said to the two, "Take this fight somewhere else, if you will, just leave the children be."

Finnegan was horribly confused. Receptive one? he wonder, What the hell does he mean by that?
Oh well, he wasn't complaining, at least they were gone, even if the exit was rather strange. What mattered now was getting these kids to safety. Good thing Finnegan was rather agile and had excellent balance.
He cautiously made his way over to the children, stepping lightly and testing the ground with each step.

"Now, now, don't move, laddies." he told them.

Since he was apparently being ignored, Schraeder grabbed Adela's hand and led her back downstairs and outside.

Since Adela was being ignored along with Schraeder, she walked along with him until they got outside. "So....there's a burning building, an epic battle, and us." There was a moment of silence before Adela let out a huge sigh. "God...I don't think we have enough Scotch to deal with this crap." But then again, this was a dream. Therefore, there should be plenty and plenty of liquor...right?

The floor cracked and began to give. Finnegan realized that he was going to fall into the inferno.

There were indeed people down there in the flames, fighting through them - they didn't seem to have noticed. There were even more than before, and The Thief seemed harder pressed to keep them all back.

Finnegan, however, had a split second decision. He could either take the risk of jumping and perhaps not even get close, or he could secure the entire family with the time he had but almost certainly fall into the fire - he might survive, maybe. It was extremely difficult to say.