Bruises but nothing broken. He had landed on his weapon however, and the axe would leave a formidable bruise on his hip. He had been in this position before with this woman he had, in part that would be why he recognized her. He shoved the weapon back into its loop on his hip before swiftly he stood. “How much do I owe you for this rescue?” He quipped as he glanced back down the alley towards the attackers. At the mention of an ambush he snarled softly and glanced ahead. They tried to run him to ground, like a pack of dogs.
He shook his head out to clear his thoughts before he spun back to the woman. “Well then how do we get out of…”, he trailed off as he noticed the tall stack of crates. One eyebrow creped up as he looked at it. “…you can’t be serious.”, he paused again before he glanced left and right down the alley. “Yes. You are serious.”, he answered his own question as he began to climb the stack as swift as he can. He was fast and sure as he climbed, his strong hands pulled him along quickly. Now that he had decided on a course he swarmed up the crates, nearly slipping once as a rotten edge of wood gave way under his heavy tread. He was able to grip onto the roof before he fell though.
He growled and grunted with the effort, but he pulled himself up a the muscles in his arms bunched and strained under his armor as he managed to scramble up. He paused as he stretched out flat on the roof before his hand swung down and offer the edge for the offer of a hand up towards the leaping redhead that so recently had send him down in the muck.