Andy smirked when Leona seemed to doubt whether or not he spoke the truth, but that feeling of satisfaction was short-lived when Donny turned sides. After the gunshot he looked at Ariett with both sadness and pain in his eyes. There was no reason for her to die, it was a meaningless death. He wanted to help, he wanted nothing more, but the rational side of him told him any help he could offer would be too late when he reached her. Despite that fact he moved forward as she drifted towards Leona and Donny, he couldn't hang there and do nothing, he at least wanted to try and save her life, but only seconds later an explosion in front of her made him shield his eyes. Her body shielded him from any of the sparks and embers, but it forced him back regardless. It took him a moment to realize what had happened. The grenade, he recalled Ariett had received a grenade from Donny. It gave a certain satisfaction that Donny was targeted with his own weapon, but he wished Ariett wouldn't have died for that to happen. He hoped the divine guidance Fortune had called upon would end the gun-loving threat. 

The words of the pavise knight caught his attention and he looked at him. "Okay," he said in a hushed voice, "you people go get that thing, turn it off, I'll see if I can distract Leona for a bit." He winked at the knight. "It'll be fun." It was time for action, he didn't feel like debating over what seemed like a decent plan, that would only give Leona the time she needed.

Right now the smoke worked in their favour, he doubted Donny would be able to take aim at any of them, if he was still there. He still had his fingers crossed for that sword doing its work. Or if it missed that the divine guidance would make it turn around somehow and go for his back. He added a little prayer of himself that Tafans would help them, if that boy was still out there somewhere. The news of his death still ached his heart and allowing the others to turn off the device seemed like a decent revenge. Just in case he let the backpack off his back and put it over his chest, it wouldn't hurt to be a bit careful. There was no telling what Leona would do either and he didn't feel comfortable with an exposed chest. He moved away a bit so that Leona would turn her attention to him and not to the others. 

"Leona," he called to her, continuing to drift around a bit, "you know I wasn't kidding about that voodoo-curse, right? I can see obvious signs it's already working, bad luck is surrounding you like a dark cloud. But, I can be coerced in sharing what I know about countering it over a cup of coffee. It would be a shame if pretty woman like you would die and you have no idea how much I long for a cup of coffee, I'm close to selling my soul for one decent cup."