Neil blinked, nearly dropping his pistol in the dark for a second at the sudden use of magic. He opened his mouth to speak, and then decided it was no time for arguing. In fact, he was pleased. He had been right about this girl, at least in some capacity. He grabbed her free hand and nodded. "Ok, we better hurry. That light will probably be noticed if we stay here," he reasoned, and the two ran off into the twisting caverns. The rocks were overbearing and jagged, stabbing upwards and downwards, difficult to see even with the light she had produced. At one point, Neil and the woman nearly stumbled over a sheer cliff. She bumped into him from behind and his foot dangled over the side. 

"Back, back!" He whispered, and she pulled him back from the cliff, pebbles falling into the endless dark below. 

The next hour (or four) they continued through the maze, finding their breath harder and harder to come by until the sudden whiff of fresh air hit them in the face. Neil had never smelled anything sweeter, and precious light touched their feet. The two of them shared a relieved smile, and they started forward again in one last burst of energy, realizing just how lucky they had been from surviving this utter shitshow of a day trip. As they ran, one of them, neither knew which one, kicked a relatively hefty stone. It skidded across the ground and smacked into one of the support beams. 

At first, nothing happened. They kept running and laughing, until the stones around them began to reverberate; the mountains around them grumbling awake like an ancient, summoned god from the Chaos Wastes. A small rock hit Neil in the head, but it startled him more than hurt. 

"Go faster! GO FASTER!" She cried, very unlady like. Neil didn't have to be told twice, all but leaping out of the cavern just as the crescendo of its collapsed erupted all around them, rocks cracking and wood splintering. With a last cry they flew out of the cavern and into the ruins of the abandoned entrance, dust flying and a deep sprinting off from the commotion as the two of them hit the grass heavily, the sun now high in the sky, slightly skirting to the east. Neil rolled over onto his back, staring at the sky and clearing his throat. 

"Ranald's balls, that was..." He started, unable to find the words. He pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes and groaned. "Are you ok?"