Tommy gets between the blond and the bats, but Billy is moving like he's gonna be next to him. He's got an axe and while he's not 'shield to the king' level with it, he knows who not to hit with it.

And he doesn't turn around.

So the gore of the demobats rains down on him, blood streaking his hair and skin and little bits of creature smacking into him. He doesn't care. In fact, Billy finds himself a little mentally struck at the sight of the power before him. Does his heart thump a little more? Maybe, but it's been doing that since he saw the creature through the gate. And it doesn't matter in this moment. The things are dead. All that leaves is the big one running towards them.

Billy pulls himself mentally together again. "Don't fucking do anything stupid, Shepherd!" he yells, already raising his axe up. This one he didn't recognize, but he didn't recognize the bats either. Only the flayer was familiar to him unfortunately.

"And leave a little for me, c'mon!" He wants to have stories at the bar too!