Guybrush pushed off the ground, trying to get to his knees. Blood trailed around his abdomen and chest, dripping into the front of his shirt as it collected at his stomach. A groan escaped him as he braced himself on Ema, uttering a word of gratitude under his breath as he made it to his feet Javert was right about those cuts stinging, to say the very least.

Leaning on the wall, he looked over his shoulder at the ongoing fight: the Nightmarish Being of Literally Indescribable Terror hissed and screeched as it faced off against the inspector, the man standing tall as a wall defending them against the inevitable. While usually a source of optimism, Guybrush knew a grim situation when it was unfolding before his eyes.

He wasn't sure what he wanted to face- the beast, or Javert if he didn't follow commands. "Right. Just don't do anything I would do, and you should be fine!" He got his hook around Ema's arm to pull her along, only to hear the creature howl again behind them. In spite of both his better judgment and the orders given to him to high-tail it out of there, he hesitated, looking back.