Raice's lips peeled into a wide grin, he was choking out silent laughter that Merelli had not been killed.  This easily overwhelmed the feeling of him being cheated out of time - he sat up, and examined the scene before him.  "Eye to win?  Ayetooin?" He murmurs, helping to move Merelli once the straps are undone, perplexed by the words.<br/><br/>***<br/><br/>Arget finally started to feel everything about him giving.  They couldn't stop even as they reached the rooftop, but he still had enough juice in him to stop this smaller threat standing in their way - he raised his gun again to level with the armed guard they'd spooked, and pulled the trigger.<br/><br/>*Click!*  That's right.  Shooting at Mag.<br/><br/>(Fuck.  Chiro?) He thought, no time to say it, hoping his companion could do any better.  Instead, however, with his next step, he hurled the pistol full force, hoping all the extra weight from its accessories would be enough to clock the bastard in the head good.<br/><br/>Not having forgotten Mag, Arget recalled the mounted sixty he'd used earlier to rattle the door open - perhaps it was still in service?