It seemed Galina and Souma were thinking the same thing.

He had managed to carefully fish out his collection of 'eggs' as they careened through the compound. At first, he thought they might be useful as they made their way to the tunnel, in case anyone came to stop them in the compound itself. But Galina took charge of that potential problem, and while her skill with that sword wasn't unfamiliar in the least, her grace and poise on horseback most certainly was.

Good thing he fought her on foot, last time.

Offering only a nod in response to her cry -one he wasn't sure she even saw- Souma loosened his grip on the reins and focused solely on aim. At this speed, steering didn't matter, they only could move forwards, and certainly couldn't stop in time should the gates close. One less thing to worry about, then, his arm curling back with the first of six eggs held tight.

The first two he launched went high, arcing way overhead to barely miss the rough ceiling above as they entered the gateway tunnel. The next were aimed directly for the scrambling guardsmen. Thrown straight with brutal strength, they shattered immediately on contact with flesh, wood and stone, setting their payloads free. Finely ground pepper and sand rose in clouds throughout the short tunnel, drawing cries where they found their way into eyes, noses and mouths. Stinging, burning, [i]blinding[/i], too much so to ignore, he forced guard after guard to crumple in tears mid-sprint.

Not every shot could be perfect, however. Some eggs struck only structure, causing men nearby to pause but otherwise only confirming their suspicions. One of the guards who had barely missed getting struck sprinted hard for the gate winch, features set in grim determination. He crossed the distance in great, swift strides, shouting out for his comrades as his gaze focused solely on the lever that would release the gates and swing them closed...

They were wide open when Souma's lobbed eggs landed down before him.

"Clear!" The gates flew past with a new chorus of cries, Souma's grin growing only wider as they broke fully free of the compound. He scrambled for the reins once more, slowing their horses as they moved towards the streets of Tokyo proper. They would be just another cart moving towards the docks, there. The same as a hundred others one might find, loaded down with supplies, it's drivers plodding along dutifully to the end. He called out to catch Galina's attention as they approached the 'official' boundary of the city itself, signaling for her to return to the cart by his side.

"Back to brothers, now." It was all-but impossible to keep the excitement from his voice, flush with their escape. He resorted to speaking low, a cautious whisper that nevertheless glowed with feral glee. "Daisuke at docks. Will help load, then we board, then we sail."

He couldn't help it, the chuckle that wormed its way up from the bottom of his stomach as dark as it was excited.

"Then, we hunt."