Before Tyme could object to the dismissal of his ring, the guards had appeared and blocked their only way out, or so he had thought. Upon hearing the woman's orders, he grabbed the large sword and lifted it onto his shoulder, as he had with his gunblade. He immediately noticed the weapon was a little lighter than what he was used to, but then again, the sword didn't have a large barrel and revolver attached to it. He quickly took for the back as instructed, following behind Malachi as they passed through the narrow exit into the hallway. As he rejoined the lead row, guards burst through the doors, Tyme noticing that they had stepped into an ambush. [i]Of course, it's never simple, is it?[/i] he thought, staring at the guard ahead of him. Lowering the sword from his shoulder, he glanced back at Red, he had to protect him at all costs. The others held no importance right now. Tyme took a deep breath, concentrating on two of the guards in front of him, forward and the right. Even though it was an even match, eight on eight, their numbers were reduced by gunners and even more so by non-combatants. The swordsmen would have to be quick, and that's exactly what Tyme intended to do, be quick and precise. He glanced at the other swordsmen and nodded slightly before rushing forward, using the flat of the blade to deflect several shots, then taking one step more and spinning as the sword shifted positions. When he came out of the spin, the sword cleaved through the unprepared guard, some of his blood splattering on Tyme's clothing. Tyme didn't hesitate in his next attack, crouching as he turned and let the sword fly, the momentum and force piercing the second guard and pinning him to the wall with the blade. Tyme stood and ran for the sword in hopes of rejoining the fray before he was targeted, though after a few feet, he felt a sharp pain in his right shoulder and left leg. After falling to his good leg, he realized he had been shot twice. He spotted the gunner, they had managed to get away from the central fighting, "Malachi! Shoot the bastard!" he shouted, knowing he wouldn't be able to move away in time before the shot would be fired.