Honestly, he's probably still overestimating him. Despite (barely managing to) getting through the mandatory army service back home, Bum's probably the furthest thing from a fighter one could find in Hell. Most of the time, anyway. He had his little moments of showing some spine every now and then, but today is not that day.

He glances between Suzaku and the source of the noises in surprise, and a bit of confusion, but does as told and backs away to hide behind the other man, the broom still in his hands, now raised like a weapon.

"What-- what's going on?"

Just like on cue, the drain lid flies into the air as if thrown by a giant spring, and a mass of fuzzy, spider-like creatures roughly the size of a small dog pour out of the drain.