Looking at the guards for a second longer, and no longer, Azriel turned  and jumped back just as a barrage of arrows came flying, the boards of the rafters offering him enough protection. When he turned around though, he had also watched the woman, not that he liked what he saw. The problem was he was also weighted down by a large number of daggers, poisons, and other tools in his cloak. Disguarding it wasnâ€™t an option which left dropping it out the window. It would ruin the poisons he didnâ€™t keep in veils, and if the woman wasnâ€™t dead sheâ€™d have it. Still, it wasnâ€™t like he was in the best situation right now. â€œOh to the lords of hell!â€ He growled before he ran over to the window and unclasp his cloak.<br/><br/>He reached into his cloak and took out two of his daggers he slipped into his boots. The moment an arrow struck against the side near him he just dropped his cloak before jumping out as well, making sure he tossed his cloak so it wouldnâ€™t be right under him. The cloak dropped straight down like a rock, two daggers slipped out of their pockets as well as a veil of black liquid. The Veil made Azrielâ€™s eyes go very wide as he put himself straight down, his arms to his side to increase his speed before he reached out and grabbed the veild, holding it close to his chest knowing that if it broke open in the water he was a dead man.<br/><br/>Feeling the cold rush of the water hit him, a cold chill ran down his spine for a moment as he checked the veil and inwardly sighed with relief as it was still intact.  Swimming back up to the surface of the water, he took in a deep breath with he broke the surface and looked around. He didnâ€™t bother looking for the woman, but rather his cloak. That thing was his armor and his weapon. The cloak itself had a lining of leather and small chains to help stop arrows. Spotting the cloak, he quickly began to swim over to it as he watched it slowly begin to sink. Veils, daggers, and pieces of toxic plants floating out of the pockets.