"Le feu, le maître, le feu! Craquement de cela! Aide," Arlette cried, and repeated in English, as if that would help. "Fire, master, fire! Snap out of it! Help!"
"Calm," he grinned as she struggled. Daemon was not fazed by the sight of the fire, but he still stopped. The shield!
"Merde! Le bouclier!" ("S***! The shield!") He spun on his heels, trying to locate Jezebel. "Jezebel?"
"Choix du moment parfait!" Michael laughed, finally able to see the panicked carnies run. He walked off, wanting to give a one fingered salute, but that privillege was gone. Instead he ran to the meeting place.
(Perfect timing!)