Dylan: What happened!?

With the crowd above now clearly armed and this ambush seeming as if it were planned perfectly he knew the only thing he needed to concentrate on now was getting out of there.

This was not a battle he could win, they knew exactly what to bring, how, when and where to hit him. Staying in the area was the worst thing to do and he knew it. Needing to move fast he nods to Dylan before pointing towards the trees, then turns and begins to run. He stops and looks back to see Dylan standing there. Frozen by panic. Taking shelter from the still heavy wind and rain behind the hull of the Beast.

There was no time for this and he runs back while slinging the rifle, grabs the boy and throws him over his shoulder.