Much took his place at Will's side, their shoulders almost touching. He was so full of adrenaline he was shaking. But yeah, he had something to say.
"We can do this over and over and over," he promised. "But you're never going to get on top of us for long; we're the good guys," Much told the Sheriff, watching him struggle. It was the stuff of nightmares, this, but at least they'd be new nightmares.
Much gritted his teeth for a moment, then kicked the Sheriff hard in his unstabbed side, and added, concedingly: "Good-ish."