Smashing through the flimsy wood that was the back door, suddenly the commotion in the bakery grew more intense as the raiders figured someone had just left the building. Quickly surveying the location, Vis saw that he led himself into the back yard of the bakery and it was enclosed by high wooden fences with sharpened tips, 'Is this a bakery or a fort?!' he yelled mentally, looking franticly for a way to escape. Turning back to look at the bakery, he saw his exit strategy; tucking the style loaves of bread into his bag and securing the buckles, he made his way to the wall and began climbing it, using windowsills and cracks in the mortar and bricks as hand and foot holes as he ascended the face of the building. 

Once on the shingled roof, he heard the raiders burst into the backyard and bark in confusion, wondering where the escapee had gotten off to, not knowing that Vis was above them. Taking no time to think he began running along the rooftop, looking around at the scene of carnage going down below him, he jumped the gaps between buildings as he ran. From his vantage point, Vis spotted the paladin and the girl in the pointy hat, still near the tavern and to his left were winding alleyways where he heard the echo of running. It seemed the fighting hadn't reached that part of town. 

Not concentrating, Vis was struck by an arrow in the left shoulder and went tumbling down the left side of the roof he was running on and fell off the edge, smashing into the cobbled streets below. The impact jarred his frame and he could hear the sickening crack of bone as his shoulder and side hit the ground, staggering to his feet he retrieved his rapier from the floor. 

"Where do you think you're going pretty boy?" Vis snapped his head to the left and saw that a raider had emerged from a side street to confront him. The raider was decked in chainmail and held a bastard sword in one of his brutish hands. Vis' got shakily to his combat stance, his rapier held in front of him. The raider charged and Vis turned and ran.