~Team Snix~
Clint didn't exactly have time to 'get up there', nocking three arrows on his bow and aiming at the first creature; long body with a narrow spiked tail, wings the span of most fighter jets and a head that would probably look very much at home on renditions of the Loch Ness Monster. Letting all three arrows fly, one hitting square in the chest, another in the neck and the third lodging in the join of the wing, the creature plummeted to the ground with a crack while Clint took aim at the next one.
He was totally going to run out of arrows at this rate, although at least with these things he could collected them right after.
With the things coming down from all angles now, further away for a vantage point wasn't the best idea. Grabbing a knife from his boot, Clint shouldered his bow to make his way across the park to get to Santana and America before one of those things landed on them.