I nimbly danced out of the way of his swing, and threw one of my own at him.

I narrowed my eyes as I danced away from him. He was obviously over extending himself, any semi-good swordsman knew to never do that unless they wanted to basically wave a sign that said 'Stab me in my stomach because I'm stupid!'. And the way he handled the sword wasn't natural or even confident. So he wasn't a swordsman, and he wasn't confident in his abilities. How was it he managed to live this long?

Then he picked up a bucket and chucked it at me. It clipped my arm and I swallowed a groan of pain.

Right. Brute strength is how he survived. Wonderful.

I lunged forward, getting under his swing, and drove a fist into his injured side. We wanted to arrest him, after all, not kill him right here.

I hadn't expected him to snap around so quickly with his open hand and blindside me.

I was thrown away from him, my sword thrown to the side, and I skidded on the slippery wood until the world suddenly just vanished beneath me.

I threw my arms out in front of me, scrambling for purchase on the wood as my body dangled over a drop.

I mentally berated myself for getting so close to the edge of the platform. It was stupid and not professional of me at all. It was my fault just as much as it was Peter's that I was now dangling in open air. I should have paid more attention to my surroundings, and I normally was better than this.

Peter doubled over, breathing harshly, maybe five feet from me.

"Rogue!" The horrified shout sounded below me, and I groaned when I recognized Aramis' voice. He was never going to let me leave the house again.

I began to haul myself up. Aramis sounded several floors below me, but he couldn't have been that far off.

"Athos is coming, Rogue! Hang on!" Another shout rang out, and I recognized Eric's voice.

Peter was beginning to move around, though the pool of blood growing steadily on his tunic warned that he was getting dangerously close to passing out.

He began to lumber towards me, but staggered sideways and fell onto his side.

The ground shook and it was enough to dislodge my grip on the wood enough that I slid another foot before grabbing the final plank on the edge. If I lost my grip on that one, I'd fall.

"Not that I'm trying to be pushy or anything," I bit out, straining my muscles, "But I'd love it if someone could run faster."

"Rogue!" Diego shouted.

I growled in reply; yes, just continue shouting my name as if the force of your conjoined screaming would push me upwards.

Peter had begun to struggle to his feet, so I probably didn't have that much time.

My fingers had gone numb, just a little longer and they'd release the wood.

Peter fell to his knees, and my fingers gave out.

M

I was weightless for a few heart stopping seconds, then something wrapped around my wrist and stopped me.

My shoulder pulled uncomfortably. I moaned in pain as it almost dislocated, and looked up with blurry vision to see Athos lying on the platform, hands wrapped tightly around my arm.

I huffed as he began pulling me up, a look of determination on his face. "Always…. Good….. to…. See you….. Athos…."

He barely favored me with a flat glare, before going back to pulling me upwards. I could see the thinly hidden panic in his eyes, and began reaching upwards with my other hand. If Athos was panicked, then I needed to move, now.

I grabbed for the wood with my other hand, and managed to get my elbow onto it before Athos was suddenly jerked away from me.

I gasped as my chin connected harshly with the platform, throwing my injured arm out with as much strength as I could to catch myself.

Athos was currently wrestling with Peter, and he kind of looked like he was losing.

Peter slammed Athos' head into a bar, and Athos staggered.

The giant shoved his shoulder into Athos' stomach, and he staggered backwards toward me, before slipping on the ice and falling.

He fell near me, hitting the side of the platform before going over it, and I shoved my injured hand out, catching his wrist with my hand.

I cried out in pain as my shoulder did dislocated this time, but refused to let go. If I let go, he'd die.

My other hand was beginning to slide though, so we'd probably both die in a matter of moments.

I looked up to see Peter hefting his sword and looked back down to Athos.

His hand was curled tightly around my wrist, and he was dangling in open air.

His blue gaze caught my panicked one, and he gave me one, calm, nod. Acceptance shone in his gaze. But a fight was still there, even when we had absolutely no chance to survive this on our own.

I swallowed harshly past the lump in my throat, and closed my eyes, preparing myself for the strike I was about to feel.