Help him? Potions? Carry his corpse!?
Jarrett's head was spinning. This was just too much. Was he dreaming!? Was this for real!? He sure as shit wasn't about to let the damn wolves take any profit from his kill! Gods, did they even know how many CIGARS he could buy with the bounty!? Or that he needed it now to replace this damn suit!? (Since the Gods only knew that well, it was ruined after a day like today. He sure as shit wasn't going to wear it again!)
"No, here, give the corpse back to me and-" Though it hardly happened as ceremonious as he'd like, for as he grabbed the corpse, yanking Figleo into his arms, (and straining his already dislocated and probably broken shoulder and arm) he slipped a little and gave a yowl of pain and went gliding across the sludge of the sewer pool with a grunted gasp. And in doing so, his arms were pinwheeling into some sort of awkward dance step as he ever so gracefully, launched the corpse clean into Ryk Handelaar.
Corpse and man went sailing, knocking Ryk clean out of the way, which sent Einen into the air, leaving Jarrett sliding into Ryk's place, giving him barely enough time to collect himself as he was still slipping on the slippery sludge before finally coming to a halt. Sighing, the assassin now was doubled over, a hand to his knee, the other one out for balance as he remained, crouched over the waters and balancing forward on his heels as he looked down at his muted reflection in the grimy waters. Thank gods he stopped. He could have been eating that sewer now, face first.
But then a mere second later... he was.
Sewer water splashed everywhere as Lady Einen crashed onto his back. It took a while for his breath to come back to him, and he was positively gagging. Lady Einen hadn't initially missed her mark, but no thanks to him, his back was used to break her second, glamorous fall. Winded, Jarrett lay face first in the sewer, and his fine, wine-colored suit, a sludgy, stinky mess.
He thought he might vomit. ANd spat out... Gods... had he just taken some of the sewer water into his mouth!?
He began to dry heave beneath her, and continued to do so, because well, the nasty sewer water was just NOT getting out of his mouth. He had never tasted anything so vile in all of his life. And he was gagging for so long his face was turning purple. He couldn't breath.
And he kept tasting the acidic repercussions of his almost vomitting that he jolted up from where he lay, tossing Einen clean off his back like a bucking horse, before madly dashing over to the soot wolves while clutching at his throat. His face was becoming all sorts of fun shades before finally, he yanked the damn potion from their hands. Even if it was poison, it'd be better than tasting the damn sewer water around him.
He knocked it back in one gulp, shivering as the thing went down, gasping at the after taste.
"Gods.." he made a face, dropping the bottle. "This almost tastes worst than the damn sewer." He was still half keeled over as if ready to retch, but the moment soon passed, a calming washing over him as he shivered a second time. Then, righting his posture, he lifted his sleeve to his mouth, wiping it across his lips before he turned to Einen. He placed his hands onto his hips.
"So.. "he said, recomposing himself again as normal color began to return to his face and he brushed his side bang away from his eyes. "Where are the shoes I got you?"