Wesker emerges from the shadows, followed by five Hunters, armed with crossbows, some carrying torches. He looks skyward, then removes his glasses. Glancing to his companions, he nods to them. "Move out," he orders, and with a practiced precision, they fan out, flanking the Tyrant, getting its attention holding their fire as one Hunter lights the ends of their crossbow bolts.

He looks up to Luz, nodding to her. "Do your best and give it your worst," he calls up to her.