Well, that flame busines wasn't something you saw everyday, but it just underlined Lipton's earlier thought that he was definately out of his league around here. That, and gave him some eerie flashes of memory of D-Day and the C-47s engulfed with flames and containing the other stick barrelling towards the ground. He hadn't seen anyone burn to death up close, but he'd imagined it against his will plenty - and here it was in reality, with just a few extra hooves and hellfire. It wasn't a sight he cared to look on twice.

He ducked down and followed Sonya to cover, rifle up and ready, knowing Scorpion could damn well find his own way. That whole skull debacle was something he didn't want to currently consider.