Eliot relieved the man of his gun. With a flick of his wrist, the clip slid out and he tossed the gun down the hallway, putting it out of commission. The guard regrouped. One two block, fist to the stomach, left punch. The man stumbled and he quickly checked on Mirta, to see her more than holding her own.
Taking advantage of the confusion, he grabbed the gun from the last guard not engaged, giving it the same treatment as the other. A kick to the stomach doubled him over while he took care of the first guard.
He caught the punch thrown at him, taking some of the blow in the side and trapping the arm. He headbutt the guard, taking him down.
The last man was going for his walkie talkie but Eliot snatched it from his hand, shoving him forward from behind. "Don't think so, son."