Lipton accepted the ammo - gladly, as his own was getting low - but curiously, as it meant she wouldn't have much left herself, and watched as she made earplugs for herself. More curious then ever, Lipton didn't hesitate to do similarly when she gestured for him to do so, and listened to the subdued sound of her communication as he sighted over the barrel of his rifle as she called to Jax. It wasn't the usual chain of command, but he didn't give it a second thought given the current circumstances. He took down two tarkaten warriers straying towards them, the sound muffled.

"Yessir," He nodded, doing a final sweep then ducking obediently down and squeezing his eyes shut as his internal count dropped to zero. The crack of the grenade and the shouts of the centuars prompted Lipton into throwing himself to his feet, grasping Sonya's forarm back as they leapt out into the street, careful not to sleep on the blood and gore that resulted from their diverse and varied form of warfare, but Scorpion's latest kills in particular.

Releasing Sonya, he slapped where his knife was tucked with his left hand, relived he still had it with him and hadn't lost in along the way. He steadied his grip on his rifle as he ran, well aware of the dangers of a misfire, and tried to look around and find the others without slowing his pace, hoping they too had made it out.