It was just Azriel’s luck that his company happened to be someone associated with those men. Handing her over had not crossed his mind, but the annoyance he felt when she kicked his gun out of his hand made him wonder if he should. If it meant his own safety then it would be worth it. On the other hand, he did not recognize those men; he was sure that this was a different group entirely he was facing now, it would be dangerous if he got involved. He trusted his gut in this situation.<br/><br/>Azriel took his gaze off the woman and glanced around, wondering if the noise had given away their location. Thankfully, the one man was already too far away by now. However, going to retrieve his gun would still be risky. The other man had pulled out his phone and stood leaning against the vehicle. The distraction might work in Azriel’s favor but the gun had landed in a place that was pretty open, and he’d be easily spotted if he made a wrong move.<br/><br/>Fantastic.<br/><br/>This was not a good situation for him. By now, he had been hoping that his back up had arrived, but he was a big boy and could get out of this mess on his own.<br/><br/>So he decided to act. His gaze went from his gun to the woman, to his gun again. Then he got to his feet and went for his gun. The man by the car had seen him as expected. He turned to face him, snarling… Snarling? It was then he realized something was not quite right. But the information had barely registered, as Azriel was already hell-bent on getting out of there.<br/><br/>There was a face off. He was holding the woman at gun point (though the other man didn’t seem too phased), and backed up slowly. Once he was far enough away, he broke eye contact and began to head toward where his get-away car would be parked, praying it was there.<br/><br/>Little did he know, he was not out of the woods yet.