Once Vencarlo has retreated with the others, Ignatius slowly kneels down beside the chest with the gas. He places his left hand on the lid and raises his right hand to his mouth, cupping it in the way his companions would recognize by now. The ifrit takes another moment to mentally prepare himself, then takes as huge a breath as he can manage. He bends down to the chest, opens it just a bit and then blows out a fierce cone of flames into the gap. Ignatius holds onto wait remains of his breath as best he can, closes the lid after the torrent abates, and then hurriedly moves out some distance into the hallway to draw air.
OOC: Burning Hands (Ifrit) [roll0] .