080 steadily lifted himself to his feet and tossed the stolen weapon aside before pulling out his machete and hatchet. Cracking his neck, which unsurprisingly led to it sounding like rocks grinding together, he looked at Shin and smirked only slightly. "Not insane. I guard. A guardian's job never ceases and the pain with it just a sign that I am doing my job well. Now, let's crack them open like tin cans."

He stepped toward the grouping of guards as his full adrenaline rush hit him. The guards were not overly joyful at seeing the rocket just essentially spur him on to more bloodshed. A couple fled, like any coward would do, and the rest were hesitant to attack him. Alex let loose a rather demonic laugh as he called out to the guards. "You let the monster out of the cage! Come try to put me down!" And he leapt over the flames, rushing the first guard, ramming his blade through his gut, withdrawing it, then slicing his throat open with a well place hatchet cut.

The other guards, perhaps not realizing that his skin wasn't impervious to bullets, switched to their clubs. They were rather late as yet another one fell. Before they could advance, 080 called out to Six. "12 o'clock! Two targets!" He basically danced around them to keep them corralled where Six would need to fire. The guards, in their zeal to avenge their fallen squad mates, fell for each feint.