Kevin had narrowly avoided being landed on by the man and the nearly naked woman who had plummeted from the floor above. Maybe this was no time for heroics after all. With the next heave, he maneuvered himself back to the kitchen, having thoughts that discretion really was the better part of valor. Unfortunately, he was having difficulty stopping and found himself heading directly for the stove. "Oh, bollocks," was all he could manage to get out before tucking and rolling, instead hitting the oven door full on with his back. Wincing with pain, he was unable to stop himself when the next roll came, this time knocking loose utensils that had been hanging on by a thread. He never saw the knives come flying out that sliced through his clean white jacket until he saw the cuts and blood. "Fuck me!" Okay, now it was time to panic. He kept rolling towards the open door again and out into the restaurant proper, again being stopped by the now growing pile of bodies. He tried to get up, but his pan, his shield from his hero-ing days, had rebelled against him and was now heading straight for his head. Well, this has been fun, hasn't it? He collapsed to the ground as the pan hit him square in the temple, knocking him senseless.