"Come on! Push you pansy! Their starting without us!" Borton raised towards the grate. With a quick heave, he pushed aside and pulled himself up. He quickly laid down and pulled Max up.
"Alright, now let's get going before they kill all of the-" Borton began, but stopped when he turned. He saw three guards, guns raised and pointed at them.
"Ohh...Hey!" Borton said cheerfully, raising his hands. "Yah here to take us prisoners?"
One of the smaller guards waved a gun irritably. "Oh, and why would we want a couple of fucking Ground-Maggots as prisoners."
"Cause of information, don't cha know. Me and Maxy here, we're part of this elite group here to take down the Demon's. But we're not, what you say, a "loyal soldier.""
Borton slowly came towards the smaller man, ignoring Max's pointed looks.
"We got's lot of information for yah, and Demon's love information. And you know how generous they can be..." Borton let the sentence drop there, letting the guards use their own imagination.
"Well, he could be right. Betheroth did have some nice blow..." the smaller guard began, looking towards the other two.
Borton shot from his position, punching the smaller guard square in the jaw. He then took his limp body and swung it around, hitting the guard to the left. He was frantically hoping Max would take care of the other one.