Syrus shrugged his shoulders at everything and gave up playing nice. In a flash he threw back the sides of his trench to reveal the gunblades. A smile formed on his lips as he quickly gabbed each of them. "This is going to be fun." the first two that made it around the SeeD's scythe charged Syrus while holding their swords out. "That's not how you play the game boys!" Syrus erupted forward batting both swords away and appearing behind them. Both feel to the ground. Syrus then heard a commotion behind the soldiers; turns out a little red and orange moomba and a bitebug had dropped from the ceiling. "Well then guess he is going to earn his keep after all." Syrus then flung himself into the middle of the rest of the soldiers and began to fight. Some of them weren't going do and others dropped like flies. Syrus began to take so hits too. A slash to his back, a slash to his arm, and finally a gunshot to his leg. Syrus was anger now but saved his burst of energy just in case they needed it during an escape. Syrus pushed through to the person that the Rue landed on. Assuming this was their leader he grabbed the guy and held a gunblade to her throat. Syrus didn't know if this play would work especially since his leg was so badly injured. Would the person he was holding prisoner notice and use that or would he panic. One this was for sure and that was if these soldiers didn't want their commanding officer to die then they would leave. Behind him Rue was untying Duncan. Syrus hoped this would give them enough time as well.