I like to think of them as OUR arrows

The banter felt both familiar and new. A shift in dynamics, with the addition of Frank. The other man was someone Matt had known off and on for close to twenty years now. Kate was a much more recent addition to Matt's life. He was glad for each of them in their own way. Matt knows he can't do this without help. Frank might just be here because of Karen, or maybe he'd just been looking for an excuse to join the fight, but this was Kate's city, too. He knew that she fought for it as hard as Matt did.

They're getting out of this. All of them. Alive.

His fingers brushed over the reinforced leather uniform, over the horns on the helmet. Then he began to get ready.

Out in the living room Frank watched Lucky race down the stairs and commented, "Good mutt." He didn't care about most people dying, but he was glad the dog might get to safety. Resting his gun on his shoulder he watched Kate as she chose her arrows and gave a small snort at her comment. "I'd ask what he says but I don't wanna blush. Anyway, whether he's glad or not, when times turn to shit you can't get picky." He paused a moment before adding, "Me and Red go way back. We don't gotta like one another to work together. I know his deal. But what about you? What's yours?" He noticed the bow and arrow. An interesting choice for sure. Not one he'd have chosen. He preferred something as common but efficiently deadly as a gun. "Living this life, it fucks you up, you know. So either you're already fucked up, or something matters more to you than getting that way."