As if the Cajun could leave the kid to take care of that himself. He was up half a second later, onto his feet and pushing hard off of the stone wall, racing after Sabo. Perhaps surprisingly he'd had no trouble keeping up, though he skid to a halt atop another container as the blonde intercepted the container mid-air and-- had he just-- what-- but there wasn't time to process, as the container blew apart, taking away the majority of the crushing danger.
Unfortunately, a few large crates then were free to fall towards the men below and all the Cajun could do was curse in French and dig into his pockets for his cards.
A few well-aimed, high-charged playing cards would knock those falling crates back, away from where the workers had run-- they would impact heavily with the ground safely out of range of any people. Though, the blasts had severely damaged the extremely sturdy wooded containers and when they hit the ground, they broke and spilled open.
But, at least no one had been injured.
It left the Cajun, though, staring openly at his new partner.