Too many thoughts are vying for attention in his head and Sarge tries to force them all out with a grim expression as he rides next to Rodeo, because any kind of distraction is entirely unwelcome today. He meant it when he called it an early Christmas, because this, as wrong as he knows it is, is who he is. Focusing all the emotions the attack triggered, twisting them up until nothing but rage is left, and heading straight towards their target, the man that dared to threaten the safety of their family. What is left is a curious mixture of nervous energy that can't go anywhere and something akin to giddiness, leaving little room for images of dead former fiancés, babies and little sisters that wait back at the Park for their return. And that is just what they will do, return with as little damage as possible, and maybe for once luck will be on their side.
Sarge meets Rodeo's gaze with a grim nod and just when he wants to accelerate his eyes fall on the unsettling scene in front of them. He raises his arm, tries to signal the others behind them to slow down and one look over his shoulder makes him curse, because there is nowhere to go. He is distracted enough to not pay attention to his bike and he swerves, finally getting it under control enough to grab the brakes, almost sending himself flying over the handlebars. He is at Rodeo’s side to help him up before he even knows it, because if they are facing the pigs they sure as hell are not doing it lying on the ground. Sarge raises his free hand in a mock salute towards the patrolmen in front of them, then focuses on his best brother. "Good news. We're fucked."