"If I was uninjured I could probably manage," Geddoe sighed, his eye on the wary faces slowly peeping out and regarding him in turn. "Spread the message. I have this area under control but will require assistance to get the civilians out of here." He paused, and then added, less sternly, "...they look weak. And they are entirely unequipped for the weather outside. I'll strip anything useful and not soaked in blood from the guards I killed, but beyond that..."

For a moment, Seras might have heard a muffled snatch of conversation. One of the prisoners approached Geddoe and spoke to him in extremely broken English, but it was enough to get the point across that he was there to help - that he was, in fact, the one who killed their tormenters. That was enough to get the message spread to the others and get them moving. But most of them were, indeed, sickly and weakened, and there were children among them. Geddoe was not going to be able to do this alone.