"Duck."

"Don't tell me how to live my life."

Skylar growls, letting loose a string of profanities.

"You infuriating little gutter snake!"

Lee stares at her in confusion.

"Did you just - "

"Yes."

Daemon pushes the boy down roughly.

"Look, I hate to break whatever this is up, but we're kind of being shot at from like six different angles."

"Guys, if this is the end, I just, I want you to know - "

"Duck."

"I'm trying to be sentimental here, " Lee shrieks.

"Cool, could you maybe do that after they stop shooting?"

The boy screeches as a bullet grazes his arm.

"Right, yeah, good idea, let's do that."

"Anybody have a plan?"

Lee shakes his head.

"Are you kidding? When do I ever have a plan, Daemon? My plan was to follow your plan."

Skylar stops.

"I have a plan."

Daemon turns.

"Really?"

"It involves fire. Lots of fire."

He winces, before nodding.

"Alright, let's torch this place."