By the time Kevin found Zara, she was snacking on the machine gunner. He'd rushed over when he heard the poor bastard's cries, but he was far too late to do anything but be a little disgusted at the sight of his companion chowing down on a corpse. As much as he disliked these people for attacking him, he didn't think they deserved to be a snack. That being said, it was better them, than him. So the werehyena went back to the other dead body and searched it for anything useful. He thought about trying to carry additional firepower, but decided it just wasn't worth the hassle. Rather than let anyone else have it, he leaned the man's rifle against a tree and stomped on it. When that didn't go as well as he'd hoped, the shaman used his magical fire to melt it just enough to render it useless.

That taken care of, he went back to where he'd left his friend, hoping she'd calmed down. On the way, he made the mistake of looking at his watch. "Oh, fuck..." he grumbled, having realized that it was far later than he'd hoped. Firefights took a lot longer than most people seemed to think. Even quick and dirty ones like this one soaked up hours. In this case, almost four. All that scrambling around, laying down suppressing fire, and trying to actually find someone to shoot took a lot of time, and a lot of energy. "I guess we're stopping soon, then..." he decided. They needed to get out of here, obviously, but they were going to have to find somewhere to stop for the night before it got dark...