The man that spoke first seems to have a different idea. He turns to look at Siran (and takes in the fact that Siran is apparently barefood with... some confusion and concern) then says, "You! Do you know this man is Zash the Stampede, notorious criminal charged with multiple counts of murder, theft, and destruction of property, with a $$6,000,000 bounty on his head?" Then he reaches into his jacket pocket to show Siran a "Wanted" poster with Zash's picture on it.

Wanted Poster

"Damn I look good in that picture."

He examines it, ignoring the man who showed it to him. "Huh. Yeah, you really do."

"—did you not hear me?? He's a dangerous criminal!" the man nearly shrieks.

"Am not!"

He shrugs and smiles. "Dangerous criminal or no, he helped me out when he didn't have to."

"...well, you're both coming with us, then!!" he says, unholstering his gun—

Whoops suddenly the police officer's gun has been shot out of his hand. "Oh, wow, how did that happen?" he says, gasping and looking at his own right hand which is now holding his gun.

"—shoot him!!"

The other two grab their guns—

No they don't. "Oh, my. Apologies, I don't know what's happening."

Pfffff. Adorable.

The officers have one more gun each but those suffer the same fates, at which point Zash has to reload his own gun. He lazily pops its barrel open and grabs some more bullets from a pocket as he starts walking past the variously spluttering or shocked police. "Anyway, it's been a pleasure but my friend and I really should get going! Hope you have a nice day." To Siran: "Shall we?"

"Let's!"

He strolls cheerfully after Zash.

"H-hold on! You're under arrest! You can't just leave!"

"Well, I'm leaving. I guess you guys could try to stop me but, you know." He keeps a healthy safe distance from the three of them as he walks around them. "I don't want to hurt your birds. They did nothing to deserve it."

"W-we'll come back with reinforcements!"

"I would expect nothing less. I hope you manage to find me when you do, I wouldn't want you guys to go through all this trouble for nothing. Anyway, good luck!"

...they don't know how to respond to that. They kind of feel like they've just been hit by a typhoon and somehow survived with no injuries.

Usually trying to shoot people works a lot better than that.

(They're still close enough to the officers that with some guesswork on Zash's part he can lossily transmit their feelings telepathically to Siran. So that he won't be the only one here appreciating them.)

Siran tries, with mixed success, to hold in his giggles until they're out of earshot.

(Before they're out of earshot the officers try to recover their guns and shoot at them again. This fails, again.)

(And because Zash wanted to show off he did not even look over his shoulder to make them fail. There are very few things more terrifying than someone shooting something out of your hand with unerring accuracy without even looking at you to do it.)

"So that went better than expected. Was kind of worried they might have something more than guns but apparently whoever outfitted them didn't want to splurge."

"That was amazing. You're amazing."

"Aw, shucks, you're gonna make me blush." And he walks over to Siran to touch him and mentally add, [So now that you've seen it in action, is that a kind of power you think you'd enjoy having? I find it pretty fun, personally.]

He can see where Zash is coming from there, for sure. It's a... whimsical, almost childish, sort of power... but, to look at it another way, it's the power to be whimsical and childish at people who are trying to kill you, and leave them spluttering in hopeless confusion in your wake. There's definitely an appeal to that.