When Tos was the voice of reason, it was time to go home. Jon counted through the rest of the ammo again, but the number remained hopelessly low. Even if he managed to hit something with every shot (and that was a pretty big if) there were just too many of them. And that was only counting the flesh and blood, there were a third as many Hinds and a handful of renegade Dogs to boot. A human, a darksider and five Dogs weren’t going to make a dent.
They would, however, make a nice stain on the rug and Jon was all for preserving other people’s decorating choices.