"Pretty boy?" Cyrdic mumbled, then grimaced as Ricardo and Camilla helped him to his feet once more, letting out a seething rasp of pain. He knew it would dull soon, but the lead ball in his flesh bit at him terribly. "Yeah, we can jump," Cyrdic answered in a breath, keeping balance on his feet and shaking off the pain that had previously sucked away his strength. "Compared to a Dragon, this is nothing." 

"Dragon?" Ricardo asked with incredulity.

Cyrdic lifted up a window with his good hand, and dropped the shield from his bad hand to fall onto the city street below. Using his good arm to hold the windowsill firmly, and using the bad one for a bit of support, he began to lower himself down the crevices and windows of the building. That is, until his foot slipped and he fell 8 feet, landing on his heels but still falling onto his rump with a grunt. 

Inside, he could hear the noises of combat. Once Camilla had shimmied down, Cyrdic would comment that they had a knack for picking the worst places to stay at. 
[@Penny]