[yelps an alarm call like a swear and ducks, flinching away from the sound of explosions. he's never seen destruction like this. he's never even seen a movie to imagine a disaster like this. the urge to run and hide is almost overwhelming, every instinct begging to panic, but the danger isn't the most alarming thing. not with where he is.

muffin stows his masks and shifts quickly, leaping off the ledge and winging towards the center of the wound]