When Niikura grabbed his shoulder and told him to stop, Mike did wordlessly. He was already panting a little. Sure, he was as strong of turtle as anyone, but he was still exhausted from his earlier transformation. It was simply catching up to him now.

Mike winced when Niikura shot a guy through the knee, but said nothing. He'd seen worse. It was just bad seeing it on people that were likely innocent. Niikura was a good shot, and he was glad for it. It could have been a lot worse.

With the second shot, they were covered in darkness. He stood there, waiting, listening to the crowd let out shouts and cries. It would only startle them for a few more seconds--

And then the bulk he was carrying--although it really couldn't be called that, considering the guy was thin--was gone, and Mike had his arms free.

"How about Nii, then?" Mike asked, glancing at the crowd that he could barely see. "And how 'bout we run for our lives?"

Because someone had just found the one flashlight in the entire camp and turned it on to point it at them.