What the fuck? In the span of what seemed like three seconds, Silas went from standing beside him, to standing in front of him, to the ground. "Wh-" he started, but quickly trailed off, when he realized exactly what had happened. Fuck. Oh fuck, seriously? "What... why did..." he stuttered.
He stared blankly for a second, and looked at Regan. "Reg, make sure he's alright!" Brandon called out, though he knew that the answer to that question was no. He pushed that aside for now, pulling out his sidearm—the gunblade's gun was good for short range, but the woman was far enough away that he couldn't hit her with it—and aiming up to the third floor. But it didn't matter. As soon as he had her in his sights, another shot fired, and the he watched her slump down. His eyes went up to the rooftop, to see Alghren shouldering her rifle and shouting an order to the rest of her crew. They opened fire on the people in the windows, and Alghren jumped over the wall and onto the fire escape, making her way down.
"Roof crew has them," Brandon said, then dropped to his knees next to Silas. "Get back behind the barricade, come on," he said to Reg. "I'll get him!"
He picked his friend up effortlessly—thank you, super strength—and hurried back behind the barricade. "What happened to no heroics?" he asked Silas, trying to keep him awake so they could apply some emergency first aid to get him back to the compound. "Come on, man, stay with me, okay? You're not dying right now."
Alghren arrived at just that moment, and dropped to her knees beside Silas, but didn't say anything at first. Her face was panicked, desperate, and already tear-stricken. "He's not going to die," Brandon insisted. Though there wasn't complete certainty behind his words... he'd deal with that later. He had to keep a cool head now.
"We've got to get him back to the compound," he told her and Regan. "You two bring him back, and I'll make sure we're covered."