Get Gil away. He could do that. He darted to the boy's side, hooking Gil's arm over his shoulders and sliding his own arm around his waist, trying to draw him to his feet. There was no way he could carry him. "Come on, Gil," he breathed. "We have to get out of here."
Ignoring the boys, Klaus kept his eyes on Kai. "You can't if you're dead," he growled, tossing the door at him and then drawing his sword.