Words from her lips was a good sign. If she could speak it meant she was coherent enough to understand him. There was more to it then that, the way she spoke, the hoarseness indicated she was alright. As they made it into better light he saw the blood that adorned her face, it didn't appear to still be spilling from her nose, and there simply wasn't enough time to clean her up. Her appearance didn't really matter anyways, the key was getting out of there. He took the staff with him, it would be a useful weapon for him since it was what he had trained and practiced with the most. It was a bit heavier then the one he was used to, but he was able to calculate how that would effect him movements rather quickly.<br/><br/>"Follow me, stay close, and if I get into a fight do what I tell you. If I say run you run and don't look back. I need you to trust me." He spoke with conviction and confidence, there was no fear, no shaking in his voice. His body and mind ran on auto pilot, as he knew he would never return. Instincts that had been engrained into him were running full force. As he opened the door for their escape, the darkness of the corridor engulfed them. He could hear footsteps and shouting, that was not good. Shouting only ever happened when there were many men, this means they were ready for a jail break. Going out the way they came in simply wasn't an option, going through the ceiling tiles wouldn't work either, they would be expecting it. Their best chance was to make it through the darkness of the corridor and find an alternate exit.<br/><br/>As he led Karis along Jason thought about what the outside of the building looked like, and his eidetic memory proved to be a useful ally. He had a basic understanding of where they needed to go, and it was in this moment that not having emotions helped him greatly. He wasn't distracted by fear, an accelerated heart rate, or panic. He was smooth and focused on the task at hand. The footsteps though continued to get closer, and Jason knew it was only a matter of time before they caught up. As they turned the corner to the right the lights all came on, as they did he ran with her, making sure not to leave Karis behind he barged through the exit door and made sure Karis got through as well.<br/><br/>The bright light took a moment to adjust to, and in that moment something, a fist most likely, connected with the left side of his face. Jason staggered back into the door, but kept his grip on the staff as his eyes adjusted enough to see Drake's fist coming forward again, this time Jason ducked down though as his mentor's fist connected with the hard metal door. A loud clang could be hear, a whimper of pain from Drake as the sound of every bone in his left hand breaking could be heard to Jason's ears. "Karis, the pink house to the right, go to it, find the trellis..." There was another punch to dodge, as Jason parried it with the staff and twirled to his right. "climb it to the roof and wait for me..." He swung the staff at Drake, but it connect with his sword, the clash of metal could be heard. He hoped she would obey, follow what he had said. In his brief scan the rest of the immediate area had been fairly clear. It didn't take long to get people out of the way of the Protectors.<br/><br/>Back and forth the battle went, slowly Jason was starting to lose, he had gathered a few nicks on his body from Drake's long sword, nothing too deep or life threatening, and then he saw an opening. He didn't need to kill Drake, just injure him enough to allow for a clean break, he ducked under and swinging stroke and jabbed the metal staff into Drake's knee. It sent the large black man down as Jason his him again in the same knee. Then knowing time was short, he could hear shouting on the other side of the door he ran toward where he had told Karis to go. If they succeeded the rooftop would make for a great place to jump the wall, he only hoped the sand buggies were waiting on the other side.