"Yeah, I kinda noticed. Bit bollocks, innit? Next time," he replied as Roxy reloaded her gun, then bit off yet more swearing as the shotgun cartridge did no real noticeable damage to the Big Ugly. He emptied his own gun into the thing at the same time as Lancelot was trying to fill it full of holes, but no joy.
"I'm gonna get the fuck outta here, yeah," he agreed, before revving the bike and trying to shoot past Big Ugly. It didn't work so good - there wasn't all that much space, and there was Ugly innards all over the place so the bike wasn't gripping too well, and the next thing Eggsy knew, there was no bike under him but he was still flying forward, at speed. There was a sickening crack as he landed on his right wrist and it buckled underneath him as he skidded on, and he took a heavy hit to the head as well which wrecked the HUD on his glasses along with Christ alone knew what else.
Scrambling to his feet as quickly as he could, with blood pissing down his face like nothing normal, he cradled his arm against his chest and glanced behind him to see the Big Ugly throwing the bike away. "Fuckin' hell, Rox," he muttered, "You clockin' this?" before staggering away from the thing as quickly as he could. His good hand was fumbling in his pocket for one of the lighter-grenades, even as he listed to the side pretty severely. His head was fucking splitting open, Christ almighty... He almost got the lighter out of his pocket, he was holding the bloody thing, when Big Ugly somehow managed to appear right in front of him.