He wondered if Raelynn was up to the task. She seemed a bit [i]too[/i] good to be true. Markus had to admit this woman was as attractive as they came, in both body and manner. And more importantly, she seemed as if she listened to every word he spoke about how to escape. Unfortunately, he would have to take her up on her offer of healing. By the time they escaped, he imagined he would have plenty of wounds and cuts. And so he told her his plan...

An hour later, the guards gathered around Markus' cage, for Raelynn had screamed that he had escaped his cell. Three guards poked their heads around the corner to gaze into the cell, to see Markus wasn't there anymore. "What in the nine?" one of them mouthed, only to receive a kick to the face by Markus as he let go of the rafter along the ceiling, swinging down like a swinging axe and knocking the guard across the way to hit Raelynn's cell. If she could grab the keys from his belt without him noticing, then they were as good as gone. 

However, it would take time. And before that happened, Markus would need to deal with what he started. The guards opened the cell, cursing and glaring at him as they advanced, unsheathing their clubs. Markus backed up, knowing there was no way to escape or win after having pissed them off. Perhaps he could beat three guards unarmed, but even he did, there were more further down the hall. 

He ducked the swing of a club and punched the guard in the gut, kicking the shin of a second man and bringing him to a knee. Before he could knocking him into the ground, the third club caught Markus on the back, and he staggered, only to get pummeled merciless for a full minute, doing his best to cover his head as the guards had their fun. By the time they were finished, he had blood blurring his vision and more than a few new bruises. Luckily, nothing seemed to be broken. 

He simply lay there for a short while, a bit too numb to check on if Raelynn had been successful. Once he regained his senses, he groaned and sat up.