As soon as Owl had gone round the corner Patch turned to face the wall. He'd wanted to wait until she'd gone before he did this, as he wasn't sure how she'd have reacted if she'd had to watch. Taking a step back he flung himself as hard as he could at the hard concrete surface, being sure to keep his head tilted just right so his face would impact at an angle for maximum bruising, but without breaking any bones. A couple more impacts and the effect was complete.

Pulling his pistol from the back of his pants Patch checked to make sure a round was loaded and the safety was off before letting it hang down limply at his side. Stepping around the side of the building Patch clutched his side as though in pain from a broken rib, something he'd had a lot of experience with over the years, and lifted his gun high for the guards to see it. [color=f7941d]"Hey, hey,"[/color] He called out, making sure they saw him coming, [color=f7941d]"I'm friendly, with the girl."[/color] He said, gesturing towards the warehouse entrance where Owl was waiting for him.

As the guards closed with him one stepped past, barely glancing in his direction while the other slowed a little to check him out. He made no move to stop the guy, letting him tilt his head back to examine the damage. "That looks bad buddy, you might want to get some ice on it so it doesn't bruise up too bad." The guard said, comradely.

[color=f7941d]"Sure thing,"[/color] Patch replied, turning to point his pistol back down the road. [color=f7941d]"They were quick and mean, definitely knew what they were doing. I managed to shoot out one of the tires though so I don't think they could've made it too far."[/color]

The guard acknowledged his report with a nod and moved off after his companion as Patch turned away and limped towards the warehouse entrance, just in time to see the third guard coming up behind Owl. [color=f7941d]"Hey buddy,"[/color] He called out, distracting the guard from the emotionally unstable woman, [color=f7941d]"Any chance of getting an ice pack or something?"[/color] He waved his pistol up towards his bruised face, which was already beginning to feel sore and swollen, making no secret that he was armed. Hopefully the wound would get them inside, at least to the canteen, if not the security office, and then they could really help Fox out.