"Ordinarily, I would welcome that type of idea, but we only have barely two minutes to get you out of here and - Hold on!"  Hearing the next set of shots, Wil whipped into a tight barrel roll, interposing his body between the incoming fire and Greggory, and almost flinging Greggory into the darkness at the same time.  The drones' accuracy was getting better, however, and Wil was unable to avoid the spikes completely.<br/><br/>Two of them missed wide, but there was a staccato series of ugly thunks as the rest slammed into Wil's back and legs.  Wil gritted his teeth against the pain, as it was becoming increasingly difficult to fly, and concentrated on finding an exit.  "As I see it, our only option at this point is to get you out as fast as possible.  I can't fight them without exposing you at the same time; if I let you down, even for a second, they'll catch us in a crossfire.  Up here, however, I can dodge their attacks better than if we were on the ground, and it's easier for me to protect you as well."<br/><br/>Wil looked around a bit, his expression a mix of concern and suspicion, then added "This place doesn't seem natural; I can't even see the walls or ceiling anymore.  Are there any ways out except for the door you came in?"