Flint was out of ammo, he hadn’t been expecting to be in a firefight when he planned on coming here.  Bullets continued to hit the dirt and it seemed like it was time to leave right about now, he glanced to the others, watching as Rikive was shot and then seeing her shield magically form. 

“That would be great if we were up against the Persians” Flint thought to himself as he peeked over his hastily built barricade. He saw that the majority of the fire was coming from a building across the street, he also noticed one of the attackers begin to turn on his ally’s. No doubt Beth doing the thing he hates her doing. Controlling people was just… morally wrong.  Flint decided it best to make a hasty retreat, and so began his way to the back door.

As he entered the backroom he was met with a sight that made even him shudder. Tony was ripping some people a part. Flint was quiet, he didn’t want to intervene with the were-lions ‘fun’. He was relieved when he finally returned to his human form, calling back as he scooped up a Kalashnikov. Flint joined him, picking up one of the AK’s, it was a bit too modern for him, he was far more proficient with early submachine guns and rifles, but he figured he could use it. 

“Make sure to take the safety off” Flint joked to Tony as he racked the slide on the gun, allowing a fresh round to enter the chamber. He stepped over some of the bloody pulp in the garden and began to walk to the location of his car, staying low as to hopefully avoid more blood shed.

“Maybe next time you should leave something for their families to bury” He called back, wondering if the others would follow him or split off to find another car.