It seemed her sense came back to her and Lucian could see the moment the frenzied state left the girl's eyes. He gave a small smile and reached out to rest a hand right between her ears. "There you are. Time to go." He stood up, keeping his hand lightly on her head as he looked around. It had been a long time since he had been outside of his cell. He, honestly, couldn't remember the way out of this place but it didn't matter too much. All they needed to find was a window, a door, any kind of opening to the outside and he could fly them away without a problem. Wings were not the only thing he got from these experiments. His strength was far stronger than he ever thought it would be. He proved that by throwing those guards behind him like toys he was throwing out of a toy chest. Even if Aneira was heavier in this state, he wouldn't have any trouble carrying her. 

Lucian could heard the next group of guards approaching and frowned to himself. How many more guards is it going to take for them to finally find a way out of this accursed place? 

As Aneira moved down the hall, Lucian stood up, to his feet and finally releasing the man he had in his grip. He pulled his wings in close so they wouldn't get caught on anything before he quickly turned to follow behind her. As they came to the locked door that separated their hall from the rest of the building, Lucian threw himself out in a flying kick, planting both feet firmly on the door. It didn't stand a chance. The door came crashing down with him on top of it, a surprised guard caught under it's weight. Lucian rode it down before he pushed off and threw himself at the next available guard. There was no way he was going to allow them to get a draw on him with their weapons. He wasn't sure if accelerated healing was part of his power bank but he wasn't willing to get hurt to find out. Just keep moving, and just keep hitting. Eventually they're run out of men.