(Mihawk was not what one would consider to be the charitable sort. He didn't go out of his way to help people and even in this situation, he wasn't doing anything for the public good. The man stood tall, staring down the flames dancing across the oil spoil as they began to consume more and more of the surroundings. He noticed the resilience of the buildings, filed that information away, and proceeded to pull his obnoxiously large sword from behind his back.

He cuts it just once through the air and it causes a massive sharp wave of wind to snuff the fires out completely. It was one of many, but at least this section was contained for now. He starts to move about, cutting down other patches of fire. If he comes across another person, whether injured or not, he merely stops to look at them, an irritated look growing on his face.)

Do step aside. You will only get in the way. (And he's already dealing with a bad enough headache. Which, to be fair, he's....covered in blood from being hauled through one of the train's windows. He might have some broken ribs too, but if Mihawk's in pain, he certainly doesn't show it. But maybe someone can convince this freak behemoth of a man to sit down and nurse a juice box or something.)

Unless, of course, you want to catch on fire. Then by all means, be an inconvenience. (Actually, maybe don't offer him help. He's a dick.)

(Not to overstate the point, but Mihawk truly was not the helping sort. He'd killed more people than he cared to remember and left even more to die during perilous circumstances.

But that mysterious black goo found its way to his lower back without Mihawk even realizing it, and with his dramatic ass jacket, there's no real way of anyone seeing the goo to know he's been claimed. So now? Now he's acting completely different than usual.

By helping people. If he sees a character falling from the sky, he's bounding forward and using nearby train debris to jump off of and catch people. It's effortless enough for him, and when he lands, he will set people down carefully.)

Take a breath, now. It won't do you any good to panic. (He still delivers everything in the same drawling, bitchy tone, but there's something unusually soft in his typically frigid gaze. He was going to vomit over this later.

If he comes across an injured character, he'll even stop and offer a hand or ask if they need help. How embarrassing.)