<span style="color: #FF0000">Ross grinned at Eleanor as she came up to join him on the roof. "Not necessarily," he said, working out some kinks in his neck and arms. "But you might think otherwise when I tell you what I want to do... I'm planning on getting into another fight." He pointed down onto the alleyways below, where the chase was still ongoing.<br/><br/>"There's another damsel in distress waiting to be saved," he added, giving Eleanor a subtle wink. "Come join me if you want to pretend to be a hero for a while."<br/><br/>And with that, Ross drew a cutlass and jumped down right in the midst of the cloaked figures, grabbing onto one to make sure that he used him as a landing pad. The other three cloaked figures paused momentarily, clearly confused as to who their assailant was, but as the girl continued to run away from them, they turned and kept running. The man Ross landed on grunted. He might have a concussion and few broken ribs, but he'd be fine. <br/><br/>"Sorry about that," Ross said with no real sincerity in his voice, and then began to chase the other cloaked figures. As he neared them, he saw one of them draw a crossbow and aim it at the girl running ahead. Ross managed to divert his shot by sticking his cutlass out in front of him and poking at the crossbow. The bolt soared towards a sack of potatoes, which ripped and spilled its contents onto the floor. The girl slipped on one, fell back, and hit her head on an iron box. She didn't get up, clearly knocked out.<br/><br/>The cloaked figures turned to face him, their snarls only just visible under their hooded faces. "Who are you?" they hissed in voices with a strange accent as they drew their blades.<br/><br/>Ross laughed, drawing his second cutlass and pointing one at each of them. "I was going to ask you the same thing," he said.<br/><br/>The cloaked figures looked at each other, as if they had expected a different answer.<br/><br/>Ross made an impatient noise with his mouth. "At least tell me who the girl is, then," he said, slightly exasperated.<br/><br/>They chose not to answer and instead struck out at Ross, who rolled his eyes. "Your funeral, lads," he said, parrying their blows with ease.</span>