Who are these guys?! What could they possibly want from the two of them? Logically, that didn't matter so much as the fact that they were being attacked, but Greg wished, just the once, he could know what was going on, and what he could do about it.

All he can do, however, is grab on tight to Steven, protecting him with his larger body as the tumble head over heels down the slope. That, however, only lasts a scant few seconds, before the bounce to a rough stop.

Still hugging onto Steven, Greg lifts his head to try and regain his bearings--slightly futile, in this place. They've lost sight of the guys in suits for the moment, just based on speed, but that won't last long. He feels sick, and it's not from the spinning. Steven's bubble won't hold. He has to do something.

"Steven. L-listen." His heart is beating in his throat. "You have to drop the bubble, and run. I... I have a plan, okay?"