For awhile, Deryk was just doing his own thing in the background while they were investigating. Though, after Mark had shown up, he knew things were bound to go downhill from there. They were making quite a bit of noise, and to make things worse?
Rep had to attack the table with that ridiculously large ax of his. Somehow no one was hurt from that. He didn't know how, but he wasn't going to question it. The real problem at hand... was really that he could hear rather angry voices from the floor below them. It was time to get out.
Fast.
As other hunters dove out of the window, he ran to the edge as well. He paused for a moment at the ledge, staring down.
"Just a leap of faith. Without the hay bale. Can do this Deryk.." he murmured to himself before leaping out. While he didn't land too horribly, he ended up striking the flagpole on the way down, causing him to crash down onto his side. Grunting, he stayed down for a bit before pushing himself up.
He saw Madison on the ground nearby too. Only she was somewhat less conscious. Grabbing her, he went on and dragged her off to the infirmary. Hopefully no one noticed the chain of flying hunters just now.
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