Marcus halted, briefly, to watch some of the other meta-prisoners rally and attempt to form up to escape. That was well and good, for them, but the Golem, looking up and down the hallway as he started trudging forward yet again. Casting a glance backwards at the collapsing ceiling, he offered a short nod to the woman that seemed, for the time being at least, to be following him. To him though, it didn't matter either way. All he knew is they had to make their way out and quickly. The announcement had warned that they had a time limit after all.<br/><br/>A stern walk turned into a jog as he reached the end of the hallway then, looking left and right, turned yet again. Not that it took much work, but to anyone around and not wearing a guard's uniform, it became obvious that his frustration was quickly mounting. The shortest distance to any point is and always will be, a straight line so with a rumble that accompanied a rather stony shift in appearance to his arms, Golem raised both hands and with little delay began smashing his way through to make his own exit.<br/><br/>Only the steady thump of his footsteps followed by a crashing wall heralded his arrival and unfortunately for the soldiers using it to bash their heads into, Golem broke down yet another person sized hole and stepped out, tilting his head slowly as he watched what had to be guards or prisoners, all naked, surrounding and taking advantage of an equally naked girl.<br/><br/>"...motherfuckers..."<br/><br/>Setting his jaw, he clenched rocky fists and started in their direction looking happy to find something other than a wall to vent himself on.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>