Dexter had gone after Rand. Zzyx had gone after Mason, and now Nixon had gone after Marcus. Damien's mind raced as he tried to identify who to save first. He drew back and aimed at Dexter first, who was swiftly moving towards Rand, then shifted his target to Zzyx, who seemed to be stopped in front of the white-haired Mason, then back to Dexter, then over to Nixon. Damien gritted his teeth in frustration. His hesitation and indecision were going to get all of his friends killed. Perhaps he was so flightly because of Jess' sudden disappearance, for which he still had no answer. None of the enemy appeared to have seen him yet, so he still had the advantage, but he was going to have to act fast. 

"Marcus, on your 6!"

Damien heard it on his comm-link, and he focused on Nixon. This vampire seemed to be the most powerful and most dangerous, having killed one of the other vampires already, and apparently with the ability to blink location. However, he was already injured. Mason might have a chance at him because of that, and Damien wasn't sure he was going to get a good shot due to the vampire's speed. He'd have to wait until he was standing still to fire. Dexter, on the other hand, was on the move. ...a steady pace, like a deer... before he could get to Rand, Damien shot him in the back. Quickly readying another arrow, Damien watched to make sure the poison would take affect. He remembered the shifters being highly resistant for some reason. ...fuckit. Damien shot him a second time.