A blur that stops for a second as gunfire starts to go off and armed goons start dropping.

"Ooooh, shit!" He winces at the sight, looking around for a second. "Uhh...."

And then he's back to that blur of movement and light, zipping between the shot men for a second before vanishing down the stairs and into the warehouse to see what there is to see down there.

The guns are all gone, unloaded and deposited across the rooftop with their ammunition pitched somewhere over the horizon. ... But at least the worst of those wounds are tied off so they don't bleed too much until help arrives.

That's something.