I had placed my Sabers onto the rope-line and hopped off the roof backwards holding my sabers straight by backside-blades and handles. It carried me downward, when the rope began to speed me faster it coddled and snippitted itself from my Sabers sharpness, causing me to soar off. They began firing their guns about then. I turned in mid air, stretched a left leg up and into a straight as I comforted my right for balance into a crutch - I hit the face of the nearest Attacker, landed, somersaulted forward and gave myself a few more tumbles to get behind the cover of an automobile.