[And in response to Rhys nauseated words, Giovanni takes a quick peek over the side of the wall, into the mouth of mayhem. Fire leaps and burns, structures and objects catching alight, licked and devoured by the fallen oil...and oh yes, he catches a glimpse of a running, burning figure, the shouts of agony it tries to emit quickly swallowed as the fire snatches up all its oxygen, incinerates its shouting throat. There's a quick clapping of his hands, a glance back in Rhys' direction.]

Hahah!. This is turning into quite the finale. Look at them go.

[But with those callous words tossed out he's already turning away and moving back in the direction from which they came, his movements smooth and predator-swift.]

But you're right. It's time for us to exit stage left, before we're devoured along with them.