Upon the successful destruction of the sniper nests, changeling leapt back to the street, rejoining his fellow potential teammates in their charge. "That wasn't so bad!" he said, momentarily proud. Only momentarily.
He was brought back to reality when the buildings had exploded, and new combatants had appeared, these "terrorists" garbed in clothes that screamed stereotypical villain. Beneath his mask, Changeling rolled his eyes at Pariah's dramatic statements, and then sighed as a steel man joined in on the melodrama. It was like they thought this was a cartoon!
When the fighting broke out once more, Changeling stayed back for a while, carefully firing shots at "terrorists" he caught getting too close, although his shots were now far more conservative, as even his full supply of arrows wouldn't have been enough to take all the henchmen. For the mean time, he would let the rest of the group pull some weight.
Then, he saw the steel man charge Strix. Quickly, he put his bow away, and unsheathed his daggers, racing to intercept the steel man. Changeling jumped, attempting to land on top of him, using the weight of his armor combined with his invulnerability to hold the "villain" down. If he was successful, Changeling would attempt to attack, although if such a thing were to prove pointless, the vigilante would be quick to return to simply holding Chrome down.
"Don't go messing with the team player here, friend. I think he's probably pretty useful."