So it really was blood these bastards wanted, wasn't it? He watched out of the corners of his eyes as the audience slowly moved forward, leaning towards the battle now. Some still looked terribly bored. He scoffed almost silently and moved his focus back to Jake. His head was pounding and his body ached. If he didn't act soon all of this would be over in a way that he didn't want it to end. His brain wouldn't stop hiccuping over both of them not making it out alive, but dammit he couldn't lose Jake.

He flicked his sword out and rolled his stiff shoulder. He gave Jake the moment to recover from the blood dripping from his mouth. Must've pierced his tongue with his teeth. He would heal, "What's that? Did I hit a sensitive nerve?" He started moving forward but his body forced him to stop at the barrage of bullets.

It would have been so simple to just step forward into them, but the only thing they really would have done would shatter through the bone in his shins and he would be stuck there, helpless. Something about Jake's tone struck him and he tried pushing forward despite the bullets.

"Jake don't you fucking do it!" He couldn't keep the tinge of panic from his voice.