Andy had made it out of the car and lifted his arms in the classical sign of victory, but as he noticed the situation hadn't improved at all he lowered his arms again. He watched in astonishment the events taking place around him. A silvery metal spreading across the limousine's surface, the three assailants standing on their feet again, the bullets creating the same silvery metal on impact. As one of them hit the ground close to his feet he quickly backed away and looked for a place to hide. What was going on here? Thankfully the archer took out the assailants and the spray of bullets stopped. 

He looked around for a quick headcount, the ticking boy was on the same side of the limo as he was, the gunman seemed busy interrogating the knight with his barely understandable accent. The archer was on the other side of the vehicle and he wanted to see what the girls were up to when the cried out 'don't!' from the thug caught his attention. While he couldn't see the details of what was happening there, it was a bad sign the crippled thug tried to get away from it. 

His mind raced, was there anything he could do? There was nothing in his training or experience that had prepared him for a situation like this and he was too far away to make a difference in the little time that seemed to be left.