Police? Wait for the Police? Why, so they can charge us for stupid crap while they let the real bad guys go? Just like they did with his friends? If the lifeless glass eyes of the Jersy Devils mask were able to change color to match his moods, they would be glowing red. He launched himself to the balcony overlooking the main floor, perching on the railing to look below at the chaos. Extending his claws, he focused on the brute. Backflipping off the railing and slamming his boots into the balcony to gain momentum, he rocketed up, grabbed the chandelier in order to swing up and plant his boots on the ceiling, then pushed off to swing for the brutes back. 

Letting go of the of the chandelier, he sailed down like a cat, feet and claws first. The loose threads of belt and leather straps fluttering behind him. He aimed to plant his claws into the brute's shoulder blades, and his boots into the brute's lower back at the hips. His goal at the moment was to get the things focus off his new team, and on the defensive. He was trying to be somewhere hard to reach, but also somewhere he could jump off if he knew he was going to get grabbed. He'd never tried this before, but his primal hatred at the time made this seem like a good idea.