Scott wasn't one to back off from a confrontation, but he was also someone who valued the peaceful resolution to an incident. So when he was forced to fire his ability he knew he had thrown away any chance of walking away without making a fist. Thankfully he started to see the group of men moving away. In fact he watched as they ran just long enough to get caught off guard by a sudden shadow leaping across the parking lot. By the time he noticed the strong sound of rocket had already passed him. Giving him just enough time to turn and watch the ice cream store explode.
Like a old toy being tossed out Scott rag dolled nearly fifteen feet in the air from the missiles explosion. As he flew he felt his glasses get flung off his face and out somewhere in the giant debris. When he landed Scott tried to shake the surprise off him, but wasn't able to fully due to the complete number done on his balance and spacial awareness. Both thankfully and painfully his fall had been somewhat broken by a car and he was able to use it to help get him up and steady himself. The problem that then rose was the exceptional amount of pain that he was feeling on his left side. With his hands he started to see what was wrong and when his hand touched something cold he started to worry.
The battle around him raged, and Scott could not tell where the massive monster of mutant hunting technology was he braced himself and in one motion blinked quickly. With his eyes open he watched as the beam of energy shot from his eyes and missed the middle of the mechs body by a few feet. Next rearming himself he opened his eyes complete and watched as his power shot forward and sent the mech to his knees for a moment. At which point the pain in his side became so much he couldn't trust himself to take another shot.
From what he could tell a large chunk of glass from the ice cream stores front window had blown its way into his side. He couldn't tell how deep it was, but he knew he had to leave it in and make sure not to move it. Field medicine was something he wasn't comfortable with, but was familiar enough from readings and Beasts teachings during danger room exercise. Depending more and more on the car to help keep him standing Scott started shouting out to his fellow mutants to make sure they were okay.
"Jean! Angelica! Olivia! Estella! You all okay!" Fighting though the pain he tried desperately to hear any sort of hint that his companions were still around. He had been one of the furthest away from the blast and with the shape he was in he couldn't stop worrying. "I need whoever that is to put that thing down!" He shouted and then looking up again opened his eyes. Without looking below the building line he began to fire shot after shot at the robot and seemed to help tip it off balance again. An arm then moved in his direction forcing Scott to push off from the car just in time to avoid being pancaked like the car by the full force of a robotic hand smash.
In his time he had had his eyes open he had seen an unknown had entered the fry. At least he hadn't been able to see him long enough to really identify him. What he did know was that whatever it was it had been able to stand on par with the enemy seemingly by their selves. Standing up slowly he heard the final cries of sparks from the mech and a silence only found after violence had stopped. "Jean, how is..." Getting up and fighting back another surge of pain Scott started to walk slowly and blindly towards his fellow mutants voices. "Is everyone here?" He managed to say.