This is not at all what Punchy was expecting. He bats at the offending punches, using mostly his left arm, as he seems to forget at random that he can actually use the right. "Hey, shawty, stop beating on me, I'm just trying to hustle us on out-"

Someone's running at them with a knife, and quite suddenly Punchy realizes that he can't really afford to stay here bickering. A glance around confirms worse than his fears - he never really stopped to think what the death match would look like, and now he pauses just long enough to see the blood, the corpses, the panic written into the face of his competitors.

This is all wrong.

"Sorry! Coming through!" He grabs Lin, throws her over his shoulder and starts running out of there.