Then several grips disappeared with cries of chagrin. "Get going, Bob. I got this," Hugh yelled as he wrapped his arms around several more of our attackers. I realized he was deliberately taking on the whole group. And it was working. I was down to two or three holds. A few twists, a gut-punch, and I was free. I grabbed a loose gun and stuck it in my mouth. It seemed like a waste of time, since I’d had to get rid of the last one, but maybe I could figure something out. I dropped to all fours and sprinted down the nearest alley, determined to go right through anyone who got in my path.