Torrance dashed down the hall with Illandria. His leg ached with the effort. The angel had healed his fatal wound and at the same time reduced much of the weakness in his bad leg. It still hurt and made him awkward, although not as much so as Marriette with a knife in her.
No one guarded the door to the cells.
"If we can go out through the cells, someone can come in," Torrance said.
"Nothing we can do about it now." Illandria dragged him along.
The two guards from the other side of the door lay in a bloody heap.
"Invaders," one said with a groan. "Dressed as palace guards. Accents."
"The Legionnaires in the city." Torrance cursed and Illandria glanced at him.
"If there were five hundred soldiers in here, we would be dead already."
"Some of them then, and we've got to stop the rest."
They ran down the stairs. Torrance expected to meet soldiers coming up, but they didn't see anything until they got to the cells. The investigator, Sam stood in the hall with a drawn sword.