In truth, Brutus hated the idea that he'd proposed. Not because running was a cowards choice, they would clearly die here if they stayed. But these people took him in, saved his life and health. He was in debt to them, but it seemed like there wasn't going to be a city to repay at this point. Every corpse he saw, every burning house, every scream, they were all a reminder that he failed to protect these people. To add matters onto this, the veteran scouts he'd ran into earlier were clearly with these people. Brutus had this deep regret that he couldn't shake. The could have easily tracked Eliar's footsteps back in order to kill Brutus, this could all be his fault. As he finally escaped the hellish walls of the city, he made a silent oath to himself. He would one day get to the bottom of this and fix this city. The inhabitants might be dead or gone, but he would make sure the city would stand again. It would be something, even if not enough.<br/><br/>He ran to chase after her, sure he was agile, but she seemed much more experienced, not to mention these lands belonged to her. She knew the terrain far better than anyone else. He didn't know where she was taking him, but it was sure going to be better than these ruins were. Before the foliage of the trees blocked his view, he took one look back at her old home. It was the only thing light in the dark, which made it all the more worse. What once might have been a beacon of light for those who needed help was now nothing but a desolate shadow of what it once was. Sections of the wall had collapsed, others hand massive holes in them. There were men chasing them still, but even now Brutus could see soldiers still moving into the city. Anyone that hadn't gotten out was going to be dead. Or worse. He couldn't help but feel regretful and furious.<br/><br/>They kept running, and when the came to the cliff-side of the forest they had jumped. He was more than thankful that she slowed their fall. Full speed into the water could have been lethal, not to mention that at this point, hypothermia was almost a guarantee if you fell into that water. She grabbed his hand and told him to sit, his expression was only full of pain at this point. Not physical, but mental. Still, he did as she suggested and sat, though that didn't last long until men surrounded the cliff-side, even a catapult or two. Yells of victory commenced between them all, and as archers drew their bows and the catapults were being loaded, Brutus stood again. His anger was awakening.<br/><br/>He closed his eyes and clenched his fists as he got enraged, and slowly, the earth of the top of the cliff cracked. And Brutus began grunting at all the focus he was giving towards it. But soon enough, the once flat cut off of the cliff became curves as the top of the rocks began collapsing downwards. Catapults and men all falling down to their death. Brutus was certain others would take their place. But hopefully by that time, the range would be too far. "Dammit." Brutus muttered as he fell back down to his knees again.