Ianto lets out a long breath before nodding. One piece. Both of them need to stay in one piece, otherwise Ianto will never forgive himself for convincing John into this.

"Yeah," he says a little breathlessly, before swallowing and trying again. "Yeah, alright. One piece. We." He glances aside at the nearest unconscious bandit and then whales the club at their head too for good measure. "We're going to need another tactic, then," he agrees, as he moves to push himself up to stand again and reaches out a hand towards John. He's injured, after all. He can stand to let Ianto help him up this once.