The pink glow flared bright as Remy flicked his wrist, the charged card slicing out of the shadows and hitting Jason’s attacker square in the chest, sending the guy flying backward with a satisfying crack of energy. Remy stepped out after it, calm as Sunday morning, boots quiet on the concrete and staff tapping lightly against his shoulder. Smoke curled past him, catching the edge of his grin as he drawled, “Figured I’d save you de trouble, mon ami. You were startin’ ta look a little outnumbered.”
Quick relfexes had Red Hood moving out of the way from that beam that shot past. He had assumed it was a lazer of some sort with how his assalent went flying away from him. In the muzzled mask, he took a deep breath, guns rising up and aiming in the direction of the new comer. He was tired, but that form did not show a single sign of fatigue as his body held it together - not feeling safe enough to collapse or even get greedy for air.
One gun was pressed to the holster at his thigh while the other remained trained on the ... well he was sure a meta of some kind, but no one he had ever seen or even heard of in the news. Boots stepped around the fallen bodies both he and the other had taken down, free hand reaching down into pockets for wallets and other items that might be helpful in his case. "You just saving me out of the goodness of your heart, hero? How do you know I am not the bad guy?" Snarky comment came from the mask while his search continued.