Frowns a bit as he sees one of the apparent nomec begin to retreat from the other two, waiting patiently to see what would come of this. He was unwilling to allow one of the to go, but he also knew full well that his chances of remaining alive were severely reduced if he were to attempt a fight with all three of the devils by himself. He bided his time, watching through the scope of his rifle at the other two who stayed in the field, keeping an occasional eye on the one who had began to take his leave.