"When am I not?" It was a light tease, the intention to put her more at ease. He tightened his grip on his weapons and darted out from the cover, spinning and flashing them through the air. He was too covered in gore to catch much light. It was enough to get the mob coming in his direction.

He angled away from Elissa and the door, off to the west where a street light would call even more attention. He couldn't run too quickly, or he knew he'd lose their interest. It was a fine line between baiting and engaging. All the while he looked through the throng to gauge Elissa's progress.

No matter how light he was on his feet or how swift, he wasn't able to avoid engagement altogether. As he had when they were on the move, he crippled those he didn't need to kill. If he had the chance, he would finish the job on his way back to the Hold.