Heiji, running toward the scene of the conflict, batted the weapon out of Ringer's hand with a slender paw and used his own body to bump the two of them apart -- he didn't know Grimalkin, and he didn't trust Ringer not to try and shoot him while she was at it.

"Stop," he said. Hopefully the cat would know well enough to obey the orders of a higher-ranking fae. Hopefully the bullet hadn't simply enraged it, because injured animals were infinitely more dangerous than ones on the hunt.

"This isn't what we came here for. Leave her to the cops." And indeed, there were sirens wailing in the distance, summoned in response to the sound of shots fired. Presumably, they wouldn't be too happy about finding the explosives.