Anitol staggers away from the fallen guard, gasping slightly and trying ineffectually to staunch the flow of blood from his chest with what remains of his prison rags.
"Well . . . that could have gone better. But I suppose it could have gone worse, as well. We don't know how long we have until these two are missed. We should take stock, briefly, and then get moving."
He looks down at the guards and then thoughtfully at Ethan.
"You should probably put on one of their uniforms. It won't pass close inspection, but it might buy us a few seconds if we're spotted again."