Arget shot a look of pure poison at his reptilian comrade, yanking himself down long enough to retrieve his signature handgun.  "You've gotta be SHITTING me!" He suddenly realizes his body is going along with Chiro's motions, rather than resisting.  He wanted to resist.  Nothing doing.  "I want that bitches head!  What could possibly make the risk not worth it now that we're this close?!?"<br/><br/>He took a step up and blood dribbled down his chin, he'd just now tasted it.  One of his legs was wobbling from a severe sprain he couldn't even feel.  He had been falling apart moment by moment he'd fought.  "Are you even in any condition to fly us out of here?" He asks meekly.