[When he sees what's transpiring, Enji doesn't hesitate. Reaching out his left hand, he sends a controlled burst of fire flying towards the circling lifeguards converging on Rufus. There's no danger of the flames so much as singing a single feather—because Enji doesn't intend for them to do so—but the lifeguards don't know that.
They scatter. Only once they've attained a safe distance do they turn back to shriek at him angrily, but Enji shrugs. He has absolutely no tolerance for that kind of behavior.]
Then don't harass people! I don't have time for your games.
[They don't like him, and he doesn't like them; this is somehow a well-established fact already. The lifeguards continue to disperse further, and Enji glances at Rufus, inclining his head in acknowledgement. He's still (slowly) getting used to the fact that he must look ridiculous in his robe and his unsuitable swimsuit, and he's sympathetic to Rufus' own current garb.]
[A]nother rescuer
They scatter. Only once they've attained a safe distance do they turn back to shriek at him angrily, but Enji shrugs. He has absolutely no tolerance for that kind of behavior.]
Then don't harass people! I don't have time for your games.
[They don't like him, and he doesn't like them; this is somehow a well-established fact already. The lifeguards continue to disperse further, and Enji glances at Rufus, inclining his head in acknowledgement. He's still (slowly) getting used to the fact that he must look ridiculous in his robe and his unsuitable swimsuit, and he's sympathetic to Rufus' own current garb.]
They shouldn't bother you again.