Wyth came in on Cecil's heels, slipping around the Machina and the man that stabbed him and leaping for the one beyond.  But the room was more open, and Wyth's flank was undefended.  One of the other slavers sank his long knife into the feline's haunch, and Wyth yowled in pain, turning to snap at the man.  The injury had the cat limping badly now, but his girl was right there, he could smell her now. 

Amuné got to her feet when the door was smashed in.  The first one through wasn't who she expected, but really, she would even be glad to see Zander's scowl at that point.  "Cecil!" she cried with a sob, running to the bars of her cell and reaching a hand through them, even though he was across the room.  "And Wyth..Cecil, get me out of here!"

Wyth crossed the room as quickly as he could with two injured legs, hitting the bars of the cage with considerable force as he tried to break it open with sheer bulk.  But the metal held, and he stumbled back with an unhappy noise.  His girl flinched at the strike, but moments later she was reaching out to run her hand through his coarse fur.  Wyth only spared her a moment for comfort before he turned to face the rest of the room with a growl.  Anyone that wanted to get to his girl would have to go through him.