Once they're behind the house and in relative hiding from the coming and going of the nearest street, Daryl takes his crossbow out and readies it. He'd gone through and made sure every bolt he was carrying for the trip was one designed to kill a vampire as quickly and efficiently as possible. He had no desire to torture any of them today. Not the way he tried to do during his personal hunts. Today was about getting Lance out as fast as possible (and hoping they hadn't killed or turned him already, since they'd had the time).

Daryl shifted his eyes to that of his bobcat form just as Faolan kicked the window in. He needed to be able to see better, see into the darkness beyond the rectangle of light, and find his first target. When he saw movement, he fired and a cry of pain told him he'd hit his mark, just not in a place that would kill the monster.

It was enough to make sure their chosen entrance was clear, though. And Daryl pulled a second bolt to load as he climbed inside.