Chiro was nose deep in the smoke cloud and jumped through the back door.  This smoke could hurt his sister.  Chiros eyes took on anger and he jumped back towards a more clear area, lifting his head, breathing in enourmous amounts of air before lowering to aim at the gas canisters.<br/><br/>A low frequency roar bursts from Chiro, just barely in the range of the humans, but the power of it was just another testament of the power of a dragon.  The gas canisters rebounded several times around the others before crashing out windows.  Chiro put a claw to his chest and turned his head aside, feeling bile and blood.  He kept out of site from the back door and found a dumpster, making sure no one was inside before he emptied his lungs, hissing out in pain and shaking his head.  He'd over done it now, but at least the others were out of immediate danger.<br/>'That Damn smoke has weakened me.'<br/><br/>The canisters of tear gas had made him of all people ill.