Emil managed to keep his balance as the structure beneath them began to rumble- there must have been magic supporting the integrity of this structure. Regardless, Sakaala began ripping open a way out, but not before advising him and Ionathan to reacquire their belongings. Emil had almost pointed out that it was unlikely they'd be able to run back into their rooms to retrieve their belongings in time, but that was before he realized that Sakaala's spell still affected him and that his speed was near surreal. Giving the group a breathless nod, Emil sprung off and barreled towards his bedroom.

Skidding into the room, rapidly, pumping his feet to slow down his momentum, he took a quick stock of his belongings. The shaking of the building had moved them from their previous location, but Emil had piled his armor and arms by the foot of his bed, so they all remained in the relative same area. Emil sighed in frustration- he had a lot of armor pieces, and even with his speed, he was unsure if he'd be able to don all of them before the building fell around him. Emil quickly pulled on his mail shirt and overtunic, and donned his breastplate, clasping the buckles enough to secure them on his person, but not bothering to tighten them around his body. He clasped the armor around his boots, and threw the rest of the armor pieces into a rucksack. 

Emil slipped the rucksack over his shoulder, grabbed his sword and shield, and prepared to exit the room. Poking his head out the door, Emil's face paled- he forgot how large this building was, and he wasn't certain the way to the door. Not to mention that the ceiling had already begun collapsing in the hall around him. How was he going to make it to the door without getting crushed by rubble if he didn't know the way? Quickly returning to his room, Emil took a moment looking around. Sprinting to the window, Emil glanced out, and saw the roof of the stables off in the distance below him. Under normal circumstances, that would've been an impossible jump for a human- but Emil had Sakaala's magic powering him. 

Steeling himself, Emil whispered an apology and swung his arm forward, using his shield to shatter the window. Taking a few steps back Emil gave himself a running start and dived through the window. Propelled by immense momentum granted to him by magic, Emil watched the ground run underneath him as he tumbled through the air and onto the roof of the stables.

Which were considerably less durable than he thought.

The roof of the stables gave away like paper underneath the momentum of a partially armor knight propelled by magic like a siege weapon. Crashing through the roof, Emil landed with a thud- half embedded within a thick bale of hay. Groaning in pain, Emil gingerly peeled himself out of the hay bale, and popped a dislocated shoulder back into place. Making his way through the stables, picking hay out of his head, Emil found his horse Roark and quickly mounted the steed, whom despite the chaos, seemed perfectly calm. 

With a quick kick, Emil guided Roark out to the outskirts of the home, where Ionathan stood waiting with his colorful tabard standing out in the landscape like a beacon. Regina was there as well, and sat dozing off against a wall. Emil gave Ionathan a breathless greeting, taking a moment to catch his breath before he pulled the rest of the armor out of his rucksack and began putting them on.