[h3][color=00a99d][b]Ayel Rozenfeldt[/b][/color][/h3]

His withdrawal had not been met with a firefight as he had expected, had Heidi taken out all those on the floor below or were the sound of that... motorbike drawing attention away from what had happened upstairs? Suffice to say he was surprised on seeing the water sprinklers beginning to spray water and the lights remaining being taken out. The waterdrops fell down against his raised shield, while it wasn't strainful to ward off unlike the more unrelenting speed and impact of bullets, it was slightly distracting.

[b][color=00a99d]"Tch.. "[/color][/b] The blonde grit his teeth together and gave the sprinklers a look which told he was not amused. His appreciation of it was very much the same of how most cats would react on having a bucket of water poured over them. His thought process was cut short by the scent and noise coming from downstairs, aswell as fire starting to decorate the walls leading up to the stairwell.

Someone was coming, and blazing fire it's companion. An ally of Heidi or a collaborator with that Frost individual? Could it be that Demo person perhaps? Ayel decided to not ponder upon it further and go about with his plan, which meant backing out of the place. His attention turned to the window which he had previously propelled one of the guards through some time earlier, the artificial lights outside was illuminating it well enough, or was it the moon? It would have to do for an exit as the stairwell window would not longer do, it would be less troublesome than going by the stairs and encountering whomever was coming. 

He didn't know all of Heidi's friends, and they did not know about him unless she would have told them. Such a thing could not be relied upon, and thus he floated back and over towards the window. Moving out of it and giving a glance down the corridor to catch a glimse of whomever it was that was coming. If it were an ally of Frost, perhaps he could lure him or her outdoors where he felt more at ease, where Ayel was confident he had more of an advantage.

Ayel quickly flew out of the window with a slight upturn at the corner of his mouth, waiting just to catch a glimse of whomever was moving up the stairwell, though with the lights out it might be tricky to see from where he found himself. Unless the person were on fire or something like that.

[color=00a99d][i]Nay matter what happens now, I've won… [/i][/color] He assured himself, whilst things had not gone exactly to plan, you had to be able to adapt in order to thrive. Evolution demanded it. As weaker species became extinct. So having secondary and even tertiary plans would help to avoid that fate.