Oh Christ...  So much shit going on, it was hard to keep focused on all of what was happening. As the man with red eyes disappeared, and he was assaulted with a, to him, sickening moisture, he cursed rather loudly in Filipino; something of a habit acquired from his mentor and boss.<br/><br/>When the man left, he had all of enough time to fold up his knife and slip it back into a pocket--having no desire to go after the werewolf, which already seemed outnumbered-- before the cops go knocking down the door. Wanting to cause no problems, he would keep his hands raised in the air, not wishing to provoke them into taking shots or otherwise being rough on him. It seemed like an odd thing to do, with the combat still going on, but Leofwine imagined that the Werewolf was not likely to come after him while he was otherwise vulnerable... which meant, then, that the biggest threat to him was from the police.<br/><br/>"Medic! Quickly, this woman's been shot." He'd try to scream to the police officers, voice muffled by his helmet,  once he noticed that a stray bullet from the gung-ho hunter had hit Sam. If the police hadn't come in, he might have tried to get her out and treat her injury himself...but their was simply no way for him to do that now.