The fighter lifted a skeptical eyebrow at the kitsune's claim of innocence.<strong>"I don't see them as possessing the strength necessary to carry  a struggling woman up two flights of stairs.  At least not without taking somewhat of a beating in the process.  And don't think I didn't notice how wet you-"</strong>The sound of several sets of footfalls ascending the stairs caused his head to whip back towards the sundered doorway.  Damian gritted his teeth in frustration as he got an estimate of more than just four people coming.  If it were just him, he would have savored the opportunity to engage in the wholesale slaughter all who opposed him.  He glanced over his shoulder at the two women and knew he couldn't both protect them and himself at the same time.  It would only be a matter of time until the wore him down and got to them, at which point the whole rescue would have been moot.<strong>"Fuck it.  We're outta here."</strong>Damian sheathed his sword and sprinted the short distance to the window.<br/><br/>Damian unceremoniously wrapped his arms around the elf girl and draped her partway over his shoulder.<strong>"And you're coming with us."</strong>The fighter planted one foot solidly on the windowsill and launched himself through the opening and into open air.  As he began his rapid decent to the earth, he twisted so he was facing the sky above, repositioning the woman to be entirely against his chest.  From there he braced himself from the inevitable impact with the ground, intent on sacrificing his own body for the sake of dampening the injuries the elven woman would take with his own body.