(oh yes, I'll add you in more if you want, but your name is in there.)
I heard customers scream and shuffle towards the single door as a lock of ginger hair flashed out into the streets. I sniffed the air. I don't smell any burning... I thought. I started jogging backwards, successfully hitting the "fire" with my water rifle just in case my smell was misleading me and I pivoted, sprinting forwards.
I tried to follow Cystal's path, but I had trouble catching up. I browsed through what may possibly be dragging myself down. My jacket was designed to reduce friction and still give warmth, so that wasn't it. My boots had nubbly soles that were definitely helpful in running, so that couldn't be it either. Then I remembered: running in the Snow Moors is different from running in No Man's Landing! I had became so used to running through snow that I would run in a sort of hopping-striding way, keeping my knees high. Forcing my legs down sped me up, and soon I was a few yards behind her.
I put my cyanide away and threw a small bottle containing a clear fluid that was so cold it burned my fingers. It landed in front of Cystal, and the thin glass quickly broke. Then I drew my starter rifle and shot, the liquid igniting to form a wall of flames.
Behind me, I mixed a metal with water inside a spray bottle and sprayed it behind me, shooting my starter rifle again to ignite it. Cystal and I, trapped between two walls of flames. We would battle it out here.