It still disturbed him to see such violence. He gasped once Flashpoint began her attack, squeezing his eyes shut. It only lasted a moment; he should be helping her. On the next chord, the guitar's music took a hypnotic hold over a number of the enemies. They continued to sway to the music despite their impending doom.

Francœur leapt out of the way. The exit was not far. He looked to Flashpoint, wondering if they should just run away instead. As long as he continued to play, there were not enough enemies to overwhelm them. Either they could either run, or Flashpoint could easily take care of the rest.