"This is crazy."
"Not as crazy as letting ourselves get surrounded and caught." Vica helped Constantine over the rubble, supporting his weight with his arm around her shoulders and her own around his waist. He was heavy, but thankfully, still strong enough to walk himself up over the pile of debris as long as she helped him keep his balance. But they weren't moving nearly fast enough to get away unscathed. The guards at the very top of the wall were already recovering from what must have been a terrifying shock - no doubt they had thought it was an earthquake - and were now peering down at them as they emerged from the ruins.
"Well, you got what you wanted," he grunted as they clambered down the last pile of stone. "What are you going to do if they start pelting us with arrows, though?"
