He catches the faint crackle and flicker of the lights, bringing up his bound arms just in time to shield his eyes as glass comes raining down. Overhead, Nyx can hear cursing and the crunch of glass beneath booted feet, the man on top of him pulling out in a rough motion that sends a shock through his sensors. For his part, he stays laying prone, seemingly in shock, an android unable to adapt and respond to overwhelming stimuli. Internally, his mind races-- what the hell just happened? Electrical failure? No, too convenient. An attack by hostile androids targeting the human hunters? Or maybe...

Nyx looks up sharply at the faint chime of metal against concrete-- and there's his target, knocking the stunned hunters aside without hesitation. Metallic fingers close around his arm, and Nyx obeys the command without question, stumbling after Avicebron as they escape into the night.

His legs aren't injured too badly, but the bullet lodged in his hip is an irritant, working its way deep into synthetic muscle and disrupting the joint. Nyx stumbles, and the leg folds beneath him as he collapses in a heap.

"Sorry," he mutters, head down, feeling the crash of system alerts and proximity alarms overwhelm his processors and making no effort to suppress it. His teeth begin to chatter, limbs shaking, a programmed response that Nyx finds himself considering with detached amusement. How very... human. "Shit, I... sorry..."