Lucian was really feeling the strain of this stupid fight by now. Normally, a street fight would be done and over after about ten minutes, tops. But this fight had been going on for far longer and his body was really showing the strain now. His heart was pounding in his ears and he was having a hard time catching his breath as he kept a full sprint behind the wolf. Damn that girl could move. Four legs really did make up a huge difference than his two and soon he was starting to fall behind her, something slick causing his feet to slide just a bit under him. He couldn't pay attention to that now though. He would just have to deal with the wet floor as he followed behind the wolf. It's not like him slipping would give him a suing chance at this moment. Hey I slipped on your floor. I'm suing you. They would laugh the whole way back to his cell while throwing him back in. Yeah, that wasn't going to happen. He had to keep moving. 

When the wolf came to a sudden halt in front of her, Lucian slid harshly. Damn this floor was slick! He caught himself on a table and kept from sliding too far before his eyes locked on the glass windows. His heart skipped a beat for only a moment before he moved. Freedom indeed. Freedom he wasn't willing to pass up. He ran up and wrapped his arms around the wolf's midsection and took off in a sprint, heading straight for the nearest window. "Hold on! We're breaking out of here!" 

He tightened his grip on the wolf, dropped her head away from the sight as he lowered his shoulder. A loud crash sounded as they went barreling through the window. Without even a moment to recognized that there were people staring at them in horror, he spread his wings and gave a might flap. They launched off the ground like a shot, firing in the sky as fast as his wings would take them. He was pretty sure birds couldn't fly this fast. Perhaps his angelic abilities was also super fast flight. He couldn't think too hard on it at the moment. He needed to do what he swore he would. Aneira got them there, now it's his turn to get them out. 

Higher and higher they flew, his wings flapping harder and harder as he tried to put as much distance between them and the building. He knew they had a tiny window. He wasn't going to let those bastards get a hold of them again. He refused. They were finally free and he was going to keep it that way. He was going to fly as long as his wings could carry them. 

Eventually he came to settle on an elevation that didn't feel too thin to him, he tried a few different heights. Some seem too high and his already heavy breathing made it impossible for him to even get a full breath but he didn't want to be too low that people would notice them too easily. An angel carrying a wolf and flying around the city was bound to get the news interested. Best they hide where most people don't look, up. 

His heart was still in his ears and his breath was coming in harsh ragged breaths. He had put a nice little distance between them and their cells but he felt they needed more. His palms were clammy and his skin pale. He vision began to blur and he blinked fiercely, trying to get them to focus. "Damnit," he muttered to himself as he felt Aneira slowly slipping from his grasp. He clenched tighter and pulled her closer to his chest, no way he was going to let this girl fall out of his grip, especially not this high up. He felt a harsh pain in his chest when he pulled her close to him and looked down to see that the whole front of his shirt was soaked red with blood. He blinked a few times at the sight of it. Surely that wasn't his blood but he couldn't seem to make his mind focus long enough to remember if the blood was there before they left the building or not. 

He gave a mighty flap of his wings and his back lit on fire from pain. He released a pained gasp as he tried to think. Why was thinking getting so hard? He looked around for a place for them to land, his eyes spotting the roof of an apartment building not far off. His shifted their trajectory to aim for the roof, feeling them droop more and more in the sky as his vision got blurrier and blurrier. As they soared just over the edge of the roof of the building, Lucian slowly let Aneira slip from his grip and let her gently fall down to the ground as best he could in his current condition before he, himself, came crashing down on the roof in a harsh crash of feathers and blood. 

He sprawled on his back, his heartbeat trying to push the little blood he had left in his system around. His breath was fast and ragged as his body tried to get oxygen to his cells, to his brain. Ironic. They did all that work for him to just end up like this. He gave a small laugh before he allowed his eyes to close. Ironic indeed.