"Course it will, Rox. You got my six." His confidence in her abilities was extremely high and no more than she deserved. She was Lancelot, after all. Which was why he didn't duck at the sharp cracks of gunfire while her bullets flew past and took out one ugly bastard after another. Roxy knew what she was at, and the odd explosion or two behind him just proved it.
Once he was past the Spire, Eggsy skidded to a halt and looked behind him as the bike's engine idled. There were a lot less Uglys but no damage to the Spire. Bollocks.
Another thing that wasn't exactly great was a Big Ugly jumping over some of the smaller ones in front of it. Eggsy was off and moving again even as he grabbed a pistol from his rear waistband and fired the shotgun cartridge right at the thing's mouth.