Her words were barely heard over the uproar of the many prisoners, especially the fat pig man. In stride he also side stepped the bed frame, taking a shot with his blaster to disable the newest of their pursuers. As the Gamorrean squealed in pain, more and more inmates broke free. Either by pushing through the flimsy barriers or smashing the controls of others, there was a lot of unhappy, drunk bodies rushing down the hall towards them.
Turning towards his younger pink companion, he flashed a smirk her way, his brow raised.
"No, nothing like that girly." Looking back over her head his smile faded, the mess of prisoners brandishing bent and destroyed tables and bed frames like weapons.
"Don't thank me either, your mother would crucify me if she found out I broke you out of jail."
Rounding the corner he held out his arm, his face deadpanned. Holding out his arm to stop her from passing his gaze rested on a half dozen barely armored and disheveled riot guards. Letting a drawn out sigh he pulled his cloak off his shoulders, handing it to her with a grimace.
"Hold this, yeah?" Before she could truly accept or decline, he was moving. Now in his fatigues and black shirt, he had retained his freedom of movement.
A blur to the untrained eye, he was on the first guard, a closed fist meeting a nose, sending the loose fitting helmet into the air. Reaching up he grabbed the helmet and swung around, ducking an oncoming baton strike. Smashing the helmet into the nearest knee he could find, satisfied as he felt it give way, he rose to meet the remaining four. Surprise was stilll on his side for the most part, and he used it to his advantage. Grabbing the next two he used the momentum to thrash them both into each other. Feeling a baton break over his back he grunted, definitely feeling it. Growing impatient he pulled the man down onto the ground hard by the visor of his helmet. Finally done, he stood with a groan, rolling his neck around.
Getting way too old for this chit.
Jogging back to her gave a pained grimace before looking over her shoulder. Eyes widening, Nate quickly pushed her towards the door, yelling out while following close behind her.
"Go! I'll be right behind you," His words soon being drowned out by the very near and
very angry prisoners. He stooped down, grabbing a riot control grenade that had caught his eye earlier off the mostly unconscious, groaning guards.
Yula Perl