Masaru let out a scream, just before the flames were absorbed, but otherwise handled it rather gracefully. For him, anyway.

"Dammit," he growled, angry at himself. He could have avoided a lot of pain if he'd just used his digi-soul more wisely. But nevertheless...

... "Thanks Maka," he said, getting up. He was visibly burned, along with portions of his clothes and hair, but he looked like he could stand at the very least.