What the bloody hell is wrong with this two? Jacob's mouth falls open, and for a moment he doesn't react, wonders if he should just kill the big guy now and save himself the trouble later. Bastards like this will keep coming for you, Jacob knows that. You put them down before they get you.

But Cold seems to have other ideas. What the history is between these two he can only guess, but it's probably a quagmire.

Then again, drowning is a horrible way to go.

Although he might freeze to death first.

"Fine." It's said petulantly, but Jacob moves. Ducking under an arm, taking the majority of the big bastard's weight on his own shoulders. He has the strength to do it, he's carried dead weights often enough, bigger men than him either out cold or dead. Even in the rushing freezing water, he's able to make progress towards the door. Slow progress, but steady, checking that Cold is with them before there is no more time left and they have to swim for it.

The water is cold and presses in on him like a vice, and the few seconds it takes to get to the surface seem like an eternity. And then when his head breaks the tension of the water he's gasping, hauling the big guy up onto the steps.