There's a flicker of something like amusement on the tiefling's face at being given such a distinct order. It's been a while, honestly. There's something of relief in it, though. His advice has been taken almost without question, and enacted upon decisively. That's how the chain of command is meant to work. Regardless, he takes off at a run, and while his natural pace doesn't match Steve's serum-powered run, it's significantly faster than an ordinary human's would be. Even in armor he's swift and agile.

He's not sure what exactly is approaching from the sky, but judging from his new friend's reaction, it's what he expected. He leaps and rolls lightly beneath the shadow of the outcropping, crouching in such a way as to protect his face, but let the horns take the brunt of any flying debris. He has a built-in helmet, and he knows how to use it.