Wildmax ducked when the shrapnel flew out, a fragment narrowly missing his hat. He kept his gun trailed on the lizard at all times, obviously. "Well...that was definitely unexpected" he muttered under his breath as he rose, looking to the side where some guy was lying unconscious, a fragment of sharp metal embedded in his forehead. How was he supposed to know the guy was going to explode from a shot to the knee? That definitely wasn't normal. At all. The girl he'd been trying to help approached while the lizard was pleading, talking about letting him go since he was going to call the raid off.

"Yeah, nah, I'm an independent worker. Name's Wildmax. And you aaaaaare..." he trailed off as he pulled out a data slate, still aiming one of his guns at the reptilian. You can never be too safe. "...Slizardo? Really? Anyway you're wanted for a variety of crimes, nothing major compared to your partner over there". He nodded his head towards what remained of Ripper, who'd apparently been the more violent of the duo. "But still enough to net you some time locked up and me some money. If you make things nice and non-violent I can put in a good word and maybe get you into whatever lockup you prefer. Cold sleep, sensory deprivation, just a regular but nicer prison, rehabilitation programs, your choice".