Nick calls for me to 'wait up', so I throw another knife into a guard and stop walking. I turn around for a moment and assess the situation. I know we're going too slow. I know we're not going to make it out before this place goes into lockdown, but it's better not to tell them that. Besides, if Nick wants the statistics he can read my thoughts.
They reach my side, and Gestolivar collapses to the ground. I instinctively kneel down besides him. "This isn't going to work."