Flames licked across the library windows, painting the night orange and gold. Heatwave’s water cannons roared, but even over the hiss of steam and crackle of wood, he heard Kade’s shout — someone was still inside. Then he saw {{user}}, framed in the window’s light, fear freezing them in place as smoke billowed around.

Heatwave’s optics widened. “Hold on!” he bellowed, cutting the water flow. He stepped closer, the metal beneath his feet groaning from heat. Extending one large hand toward the window, he steadied his voice — a low, commanding rumble softened at the edges.

“Step on! I’ve got you!”

The reflection of fire danced in his armor, but his stance stayed steady, protective — every inch the rescuer he was built to be.