*He walked back over to the dead man he found. Leaned down and pulled him over his shoulder in a fireman's carry. Buffy had a good hold on Dawn, so he just grabbed her hand gently and lead her down the hall. Stepping over debris. Helping the girls over anything major. Asking of they were OK and keeping an eye out for them. When they got to the stairs, they were demolished but the railing was still there. *
Shyte. Right, OK. *He prayed in a whisper as he took the dead body and kind of threw it down the mess of the stairs. Wincing when it landed. *
Right, that...sorry ya had ta see that. OK, I'll get ta the bottom and help ya down guys.
*He grabbed the railing and stepped carefully down the rubble and mess that were once the stairs. Slipping and landing on his ass and lower back, he groaned. Got back up and continued to go. Once down at the bottom he turned and held his hands out for Dawn and Buffy. *
A'ight, watch yerselves it's a bit tricky.
*He stood there and waited, arms out, ready to catch someone in case they fell. *