After a moment of hesitation, Omeed boarded up with the others, checking over his SPAS shotgun thoroughly before taking a seat next to Fisher. "Let's do this, comrades," Omeed said cheerily and with what he hoped sounded like confidence. "Fisher and I will likely be preoccupied summoning and binding spirits in-flight. Please let us know if you need anything from us beforehand."
Omeed directed his attention to Fisher. While he wasn't sure he had his priorities straight (who thinks of Urban Brawl at a time like this?), he was glad to see that Fisher seemed deep in concentration, perhaps even beginning his summons. At least when the moment for action came, the man was focused. "What spirit are you planning on bringing? I'm thinking a homunculus... pardon me, a spirit of man, in the general parlance. Concealing our movements should serve us well if we need to place boots on the ground."