"Right there with ya." Casey called, scrabbling to his feet and heaving himself at the chair. Between the two of them they were able to jam it pretty solidly in the way. A parting shove to be sure, and Casey is spinning around and heading the way she indicated.

"Rest later, run now. I'm running out of ammo." Which was not good, as he wasn't sure when he'd be able to get more of it. "Definitely going to that bath-house too." Because now he was starting to feel the bruises.