"I just ripped his head off, what do you think?" Jazz joked. However, his expression soon grew serious. "There's a lot more of those things on the way, might wanna make up your mind quick" He said. If she didn't want to go, he'd just have to hold those things off as she left.

A group of five or so snipers were flying over towards Jazz. They had previously been fighting him, however he had suddenly left, and they weren't willing to let him escape.