<strong>"What the..."</strong>He asked, but already knew he had no time to wait for the answer. He ran, in whichever direction she was likely to indicate, obviously away from the plane and the beasts which were there. He didn't ask why she had a bow, nor did he concern himself with special attachment darts: this was obviously a woman who was prepared as he was and simply didn't leave the house without her equipment like he had this time. He popped the clip out and took a quick count of how many bullets he had left before slamming it back home.<strong>"Thanks for the assist,"</strong>he spat out between breaths as he ran.