Well he might have tried to take them all on himself, if he had advantage of position and advantage of his own sword. However with neither, Aurin wasn’t foolish enough to try to take down a half dozen thieves in their own territory with only a throwing axe as his weapon. Instead he ran on, unknowing of the vixen about to attempt a rescue.
He was unable to appreciate the leap, as he was on the receiving end of it. His eyes widened in shock as he felt the impact of something against his shoulders. He was mid-stride and his balance went in a split second of hesitation. He tumbled to the cobbles and the muck, rolling with what he believed to be his attacker, struggling to get one strong hand around slender and shapely throat while the other scrabbled for the axe left at his belt…
…wait. shapely throat?
The voice in his ear though snapped his eyes open in surprise. “Fox?” He hissed back towards her as he released his iron grip on the woman. “What the Black City are you doing? Trying to get killed?” He added after a moment as he began to scramble up. “I’m doing a damn fine job of that myself.”