When Aneira nudged Lucian's hip, he looked down at her with a fierce frown on his face. What could this woman want from him? He couldn't tell where the exit was. All he saw were more and more guards. He released a roar of annoyance as he crushed another guard's nose. "What?!" He called out, throwing his hands in the air. "I don't know what you want, Aneira. If you want me to follow you somewhere," He grabbed a guard and used him to slam another guard into the wall next to them, "Then move. your. fucking. feet!" He reached down and grabbed Aneira by the scruff of her neck and heaved. He picked the wolf up off her feet, took aim over the guards and gave a mighty yell as he threw her as far as he could over the guards. He could fly. He had wings that he could use to follow behind her but he couldn't just keep throwing guards left and right and hope they cleared them enough for her to show the way before another group of guards found their way into this stupid, tiny, little hallways. He was growing claustrophobic and angry. 

When the wolf was out of his grip, he quickly dropped his weight and charged forward, sidestepping the first guard then shoulders the second guard out of the way. They needed to get out of this place. He could feel his heart beat really starting to race. He was losing his cool. Normally, it wouldn't take long for him to lose that cool but he held it under lock and key, at least until this point. Now he hands were bloody, his muscles hurt, and he was sure someone had poked him a time or two with a cattle prod in the middle of battle that he was now feeling. He needed them to get out of this mess and fast because he wouldn't last much longer like this. 

Lucian was quick behind her and had just pushed his way through the last of the guards when a shot rang out, the sound so loud it reverberated off the walls of the hall. He felt a prick of pain in his back but it wasn't anything he couldn't handle at the time. He ignored it and kept running after Aneira, determined to get out of that place as soon as possible, his breath suddenly coming in harsh gasps at the prospect of finally being away from this place.