As Lucian jumped off the door, her arms wrapped around the neck of the next guard in range of his grip and he coiled it tight. He pulled the guard tight against his chest and clenched his grip as tightly as he could until he heard a pop. He then released the guard, who dropped down to the ground in a heap, before whirling on his feet and slamming his fist into another guard's nose. A loud crunch sounded and the man was thrown, flying back into the guards behind him from the force of the hit. There were so many guards, Lucian couldn't even pause for a moment to recognize that he most likely just killed that guard he had in a head lock. He was running on pure instinct alone. Strike, dodge, flow, move. It was like a constant dance as he glided from one guard to the next. His elbow struck a guard in the sternum. A kick sending another crashing into the wall. Step over, side step, twist to miss a jab of a cattle prod. This was getting bothersome. When the hell do they run out of guards. 

When a bark sounded, Lucian peered up for only a moment to see Aneira with her nose in the air. He allowed an eyebrow to raise. He wasn't quite sure what she was trying to tell him but he figure he would let her lead him through this mess. He kicked a guard out of the way and quickly tried to make his way to her as fast as the cluster of fearful humans would allow him. He dropped down and threw himself forward, grabbing one of the guards between them at the abdomen and then stood quickly, throwing the man over his shoulder and into the guards behind. Now he finally stood next to Aneira, keeping her in the corner of his eye as he braced to fight more guards. 

"Lead the way," he said, getting into a fighting stance.