As his adrenaline started to ebb Aleksander could feel his shoulder pulse with pain. Not feeling very much up for more fighting, he noticed Salim glance in the directions of the city storm drain system. 

[i][color=fff79a]"good idea Salim. We take the drains."[/color][/i]

Although a capable warrior, and quite intimidating as he was, a nude bearlike man, holding what was basically a battle cleaver, Aleksander was also wounded, unarmored, and threw up his paltry breakfast. He needed some back up. Although he didn't much care for him, the Irishman would do for now. 

[i][color=fff79a]Hey.. Irishman! You gonna keep murdering these thugs all day or actually get out of here with your life!? [/color][/i]

Aleksander waves for D'ren to jump from the gallows then gives Salim a sideways head nod towards the storm drain.