Noa, tensed himself for the jump. The fight was just a little too far away for him to be throwing his knives into battle. And he certainly didn't want to lose any more of them. And he really preferred that he not end up covered in sewage if he could help it. People look at you funnily enough when your hands and sleeves are covered in blood. He could at least spare himself the indignity of being just another cess-covered, disease ridden mongrel of the streets.
And so, balancing carefully on the line of propriety and the urge to help his new found companions, he took off at a sprint, headed straight toward the dazed hobgoblin across the gap from him.
Noa soared through the air and landed on the the other side, albeit a little less gracefully than he had hoped. Still staggering forward, he ended his movement only a couple of feet shy of where the ensorceled hobgoblin sagged. He quickly brought his buckler up and prepared to enter the close-quarters battle.