Daggers quickly flashed into his hands at the sudden violence. He let one go with deadly accuracy over the chaotic fray towards where he thought the grenades came from. Now with an empty hand, Derryl reached out for the food left on the plate before taking long strides and leaps over tables towards what he hoped was one of the grimy glass windows. He hated being stuck in fire, it always ruined his day. And he knew just what to.

"The hell outa my way! If you want to live, don't die!" He pushed people down and jumped off of others to crash through the window out of the burning building. The breaking of the glass saddened him a bit as he knew if cleaned up, there were those who would kill to get one this size. Tumbling to his feet he found his freshly rolled cigarette still in his mouth and now lit. He happily puffed as he looked around for the knife he tossed. His mood greatly improved now that the fire was behind him and not on him.