Atticus didn't need to say it twice.

Semyon nodded towards the leaders of the company as they joined up with the group in the Hall, beginning to move with them when first Hoyle, then the other werewolf were suddenly injured. His gaze and gun spun around the area after each attack, frustration mounting as not a hint of their enemy presented itself. Powerful concealment and a silver blade, it didn't take long for the undead soldier to realize the two now-injured werewolves were likely the true targets of this assault.

As Bain pulled the gravely injured werewolf towards the shade gates, Semyon dropped down to the injured Hoyle while Max -Thadd?- set the room to raining. Tamarind was there, as Bain had called, but her eyes remained fixed in the older werewolf, not the one beside her. Understanding, he managed to catch her gaze, sparing a moment to gesture quickly towards the one she [i]truly[/i] wished to help, nodding to let her know he would take care of things here. As she understood and set off, he moved slowly around his injured employer, scanning the area for any hint of a new assault, always ensuring he was leaning over the crippled man's exposed back. 

Already scanning for disturbance as the 'rain' began to fall, Atticus' cry only sped up the inevitable. A quick glance above to the pointing demon, then darting down to lock upon the revealed assailant. Semyon's right hand snapped into aim while his left drew a second magazine from within his coat, and the his gun began to fire.

A sudden, rising roar tore itself from the barrel of his automatic pistol, the entire magazine running itself empty in mere seconds to pummel the area. Dust and smoke rose from where bullets had missed to strike the floor and walls, flashes of brilliant light sparking as incendiary erupted on impact. Semyon began reloading the moment his pistol clicked empty, pocketing the spent magazine and turning his attention to Hoyle below him.

"Sir. Sir we need to move." Crouching low by the werewolf's side, Semyon offered the man his shoulder, eyes looking out for any sign of their attacker. "Before he can hide again. We need to reach new ground."

His range of vision -as well as aim- would be limited as he tried to help Hoyle after Bain and the other, but he had comrades. Already that fact had allowed them to turn a disadvantage. So he chose the task he could best complete in this scenario, and hoped he had managed to at least slow their attacker down a bit, for his comrades to finish the job.