Too late. He was just a little too late- though not too late to get Joan out of there. Cursing, he crouched beside her, looping her arm over his shoulders hurriedly. While he was perfectly fine with fighting off anyone who thought they were easy targets, it wouldn't help get either of them out of the fray any faster to get into a conflict. Better to run- or hobble, if that was all they could manage.

"It's alright-- It's alright, Joan. Come on, let me help you up. Sherlock's waiting- we'll manage everything once we're together."