[Fear would almost have him answering yes to the call for grenades but no way does he trust himself to be able to pull that off and not get someone else hurt. For that matter, going out in a blaze is probably one of the ways he actually can go out.
His eyes fixed on the way the air seems to shift around the Queen's approach, but he manages to reach down and give Puella's shoulder the barest squeeze. If it's half for his own comfort, he doubts anyone will call him for it.
He arcs away from her and the rest of the group. A distraction works far better split apart. He steps to the side, sticking to shadow as best he can to stay out of the Queen's vision. He readies an arrow and draws it back. A little vase sits some ways behind the approaching shadow, a priceless artifact no doubt, but it's a history that'll just have to be sacrificed. He fires, causing the little thing to shatter. With any luck, it'll have her turning around. Without luck, he prepares to run.]
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His eyes fixed on the way the air seems to shift around the Queen's approach, but he manages to reach down and give Puella's shoulder the barest squeeze. If it's half for his own comfort, he doubts anyone will call him for it.
He arcs away from her and the rest of the group. A distraction works far better split apart. He steps to the side, sticking to shadow as best he can to stay out of the Queen's vision. He readies an arrow and draws it back. A little vase sits some ways behind the approaching shadow, a priceless artifact no doubt, but it's a history that'll just have to be sacrificed. He fires, causing the little thing to shatter. With any luck, it'll have her turning around. Without luck, he prepares to run.]