[For being big ass burly bastards the guards are kinda twinkle toe'd, barreling forward with surprising speed to apprehend the naughty naughty sacrifices; though they would be pretty boned if one of the sacrifices HAPPENED to die during this process, they don't pull any punches as Badou finds out when he's socked right in the face hard enough to set his eyepatch askew, the sting of his new war wound only igniting the panic surging through his veins. He couldn't die here, this wasn't some 'big party' or even going for broke, not like this-
Seeing fellow buddy sacrifices being apprehended with little struggle thankfully channels the panic into contempt and a hearty rant to help set the mood]

YOU'VE GOTTA BE SHITTIN ME! YOU DIDN'T EVEN TRY TO KICK HIM IN THE NUTS? YOU BOTH HAVE THE SAME PARTS, MOSTLY, JESUS FUCK- [He weaves around another set of arms but doesn't get to avoid another punch, weaving up and wheezing] MIND OVER MATTER, MAN! PRETEND HE'S THE GUY THAT PUT YOUR WIG IN THE TOILET IN HIGH SCHOOL OR THAT ONE CASE YOU LOST! LAWYER ANGRY! LAWYER SMASH!

[It's apparent that the man is sorta helpless so our friendly neighborhood ginger decides (after minumal sighing, eyerolling, grumbling and scratching his ass) to lend a ha- well, his whole body, and full body tackles the touchy feely guard at Mikami's side] LOOK INTO SOME SELF DEFENSE CLASSES THAT WAY YOUR PURSE WON'T BE IN DANGER AGAIN!