The shots rang through the air and as if in slow motion Acaelus twisted around as quickly as possible. Instead of the bullets sinking into the man slung over back, they blasted into his upper shoulder with an impact so excruciating, it blazed through his flesh like poison seeping through water. The pain made his legs feel weak under the weight he hadn't noticed until the wounds tore through his skin. He dropped to a knee and let Wen's unconscious body slip out of his grasp and to the concrete next to him.
The smouldering fire that sat a few feet aside suddenly blazed with life, giving Acaelus the distraction he needed to pick himself from his kneeling crouch and ignore the searing pain in his upper body and the leak of his blood soaking his uniform. He gripped his quarterstaff tighter and rushed the Target. The first strike he made was to the lower half of the man's body, making his legs sweep out from underneath him and collapse to the ground with a loud thump.
Acaelus dropped his staff, kicked away the man's weapon and flipped him onto his chest, pressing him to the quickly warming ground. Grappling to catch the hostile's wrists together before he managed to gain a hold on them with a bloody grip as he restrained him with the slim bar of the handcuffs. When Acaelus touched down with a slippery thumb on the activation button, it tangled against his flesh and dug in tight enough to hold him secure.
Acaelus pulled him up by the metal of the handcuffs as he stood himself and regarded Locke and Kanon without taking his gaze off the target in front of him, who he was now leading back to where Wen was laying, “We need to leave this area, if the fire or the guards calling for backup doesn't bring a hoard of this sort,” he shoved the man in front of him to the ground, far enough away from his Agent but close enough for him to keep an eye on, “Then the explosion I caused out there, certainly will.
“Narrin, Masami. I need you both to hunt down our main target, this... Candy individual.” Acaelus took a moment to unzip the pouch over his ribcage and extracted a roll of white bandages and an antiseptic pen. After he spilt some of the solution over his marred skin, he tossed the empty container away and tore a long strip off with his teeth, he pressed the film just above the first wound that was still seeping crimson blood and began to wrap the entry points with practised precision. “I'll be waiting here. With Wen and this one—if I recall correctly, his name is Jake.” Acaelus looked up as he wiped his hair away from his eyes, leaving a smear of blood above his eyebrow, and steadied his gaze on his Agents. “As much as I'd like to allow you more time. This hasn't exactly gone according to plan. So please, be quick.”
The fire was gaining more and more life with the added air that Kanon had provided and once Acaelus gave the two the go-ahead he moved to Wen's sleeping form and quickly located his pack. He removed the breathing aid and made sure it covered his nose and pressed it over his lips, until it lit up a pale green, indicating that it was functioning. He did the same for himself and picked up his staff from the floor, clasping it tight as he waited for the next round of hostiles to attack.