Makorai was foolish, but he wasn't entirely foolhardy. The flare, while obvious, and ignorant as some would rightly say, wasn't a symbol of brashness, but rather, a beacon for the brawn and booty that made up a point of the pyramid that was his team. He heard the rest of the team settle in behind him, moments before Amity struck ground like a living bolt of lightning, tearing the asphalt beneath her like it was gravel beneath a skidding truck. 

[color=darkgoldenrod]Ahoy the-[/color] He stopped immediately, her eyes mirrored those of a beast more than a woman. He recognized that look, and in that recognition understood she wasn't going to hear anything he said. 

He quickly realized that coordination was out of the question. Which was fine with him. He didn't have much of a head for planning. 

[color=darkgoldenrod]"Dawn!"[/color] He called back, waving at her. [color=darkgoldenrod]"I'm..I'm probably just going to start shooting it so...I don't know."[/color]

He had planned on checking who was inside of the house before he started shooting, and, if possible, getting them out. Since that had already been accomplished by Mr Clean Cut, he figured it was time to start shooting shit.

Going into the house was a no go. Too hot, too much smoke. Hard for him to see. Instead. He'd find a vantage point.

[color=darkgoldenrod]"What do you want to do? Because I'm not running folk out of the area, we got enough people doing that."[/color]