<strong>~Arathel, Male Form, Interior of Simon's Bull and still soaking wet from the rain~</strong><br/><br/>As the chaos opened up and the monsters went into retreat, he heard Otis' call to do the same.  Time to get to work.  His eyes grazed over the crowd with only moments to react, gauging the wounded.  So much of it was difficult to tell just at a glance, when he knew he didn't have time to waste and couldn't stop for a tactical decision.  What he did know was that that cop was almost certainly already dead; even if he could save the man, it would only exacerbate the chaos already going on.<br/><br/>He spun on a slick sneaker and rushed over towards the direction of the bar, reaching out for JJ.  His hand faintly pulsed with golden-white light that attempted to rush forth over the hunter, wanting to bathe him in its glow and heal his wounds.  "Stay up, friend.  We're going to need more of your help before this night is over."  Already his eyes were spinning for who would need the help next.