Flint had only seconds to react, and in that second he was back in the trenches, shells hitting around him, the fear of gas attacks at any moment. His reflexes only had a moment to kick in and luckily he didn’t waste them shitting his pants. 

Flint was down on the floor, bringing Parry down with him as a barricade of pure stone erupted through the floorboards of the room.  It wasn’t enough to stop the rocket, but it kept Flint and those around him in one piece. The fire in his hand had quickly extinguished when he had grabbed parry and Flint rushed for his revolver, hoping his car down the street hadn’t been a target. He popped his head up only for it to nearly be blown off, he had no idea where the fire was coming from and knew the house didn’t have much left for structural integrity.

He raised a few more dirt barricades which began to be peppered and broken down almost instantly, he rapidly fired his revolver into a general direction, more than likely hitting nothing but possibly making the other side keep their heads down.He began to reload as he yelled to the others

“My car should be down the street, round the corner. It probably isn’t there anymore but it might be worth a shot, unless anyone else has a better idea” 

By the time he finished he was fully loaded and firing off some more blind shots, the noise of the gun booming with its high caliber loads, wishing he had brought one of his sten gun’s. He soon began to calculate that he was probably the only one here with a long range weapon, and that made him regret even more not bringing more guns.