Ron was obviously spending far too much time hanging around Muggles. He looked down at his wand, then pointed it at the bleeding man on the floor. "This might be a bit easier there, mate," he suggested. After a quick mutter under his breath, the man began to rise into the air, seemingly floating of his own accord. Magic. It might not have been super strong against those demons, but it certainly had it's practical uses. Making sure to keep a steady balance on the injured party, Ron waited for Dick to decide on their escape plan. He was perfectly content with running as quickly as possible, personally. It wasn't going to be easy with demons circling the area and such a large group to tend to, but Ron reckoned this was the only real shot that they had at an escape. It was either go out there and try to make a run to safety or stay inside this McDonalds (ugh) and wait to be attacked by those on the outside. Personally, Ron preferred neither option. He just wanted to be safe. But, he being the person that he was, knew that the safety would have to come through action. He wasn't Harry Potter. That much was apparent. But Ron was still a Gryffindor and he had still seen his own fair share of battles. He could handle this.
"Loud and clear," Clark muttered from the other side of the comm, seemingly distracted. He was. There was a demon currently writhing in his grip, begging him to let her go. Clark wasn't interested in doing anything like that just yet. Turning his gaze to the McDonald's, Clark ignored the demon as it uselessly beat against his chest with a hand and focused his x-ray vision through the walls and into the building. He could see the others already moving for the door, just as the demons from the outer edge began dashing for a shattered window. "Need a little help with the heat on your heels?"