When the attack happened, Rhyder ran. 
Having left the group to wash the blood from himself, Rhyder was standing in the public toilet, taking a piss. After emptying his bladder and moved to the basin. Splashing some water on his face, he didn’t quite feel like himself. He stared into his reflection. It didn’t feel like his. It felt like three strange faces staring back at him. He took off his red leather coat and placed it on the counter. “Fucking ruined.” He muttered under his breath as he struck the marble counter. Cracking it. 

He placed his red tinted sunglasses under the water in the sink to wash the blood from the lens. Placing them back on. It was time to get serious. Something within Rhyder changed. He now had access to a power he hadn’t had before. “Oh I am going to enjoy this.” He rolled up the sleeves of his white dress shirt. Reaching behind his back he grabbed two guns that materialised out of thin air. Ebony and Ivory. 

Kicking the door to the bathroom open he pointed the guns at the assailant. “Oi, I’m the one you want.”