Cyrdic cursed when he thought he'd lost the trail. The Ostlander was certain that the short man had gone this way. Both his surety and sense of danger rose when he heard the gunshot from behind him. He spun, sword leading to fend off any would-be attack, only for him to bear witness to two separate things. 

He saw Camilla above him on the roofs, which wasn't too surprisingly now that he had the split second to realize it. It was what she had shot that surprised him. It was short and covered in a cloak, but he saw the unmistakable brown fur and worm-like tail he had grown to loathe. He didn't know what Skaven were doing here, but he needn't worry about this one. It was on the ground, writing and bleeding. He was about to finish it off when he heard Camilla let out an awkward cry from above. 

She hit the roof, and began to slide downward. His eyes went from the Skaven who began to pick himself up, to Camilla. "Shallya's tits!" he cried, sprinting for all he was worth out of the short alley and into the next one, just in time to see Camilla sliding off and free falling two dozen feet to the hard ground. 

He dropped his sword and leaped, big arms catching her at the last moment. She was light, but even a light person was a heavy object when falling from such heights. He grunted, and had to jerk his body in the air so he would land below her, skidding across the street along his back. He could feel the stone digging into his skin from behind, but he gritted his teeth. 

He let out a groan of pain, and coughed as the dust settled. Camilla would be more or less ok, but Cyrdic's shirt would be shredded and his back would be cut in a few small places. Despite this, he laughed weakly. "I don't think Middenheim agrees with you," he said. He felt another stab of pain, and sat up, Camilla's body sliding down onto his lap. "Or me." He said. He was about to get up, but his body was sore. He needed another moment.  

"Thanks for saving me," he breathed. "Ulric's beard, that was a Skaven." 
[@Penny]