She doesn't need to tell him twice. Charlie turns tail and sprints without looking back, certain she's behind him. His footfalls are heavy as he goes, slapping against the pressed stone floor as they make their way back through the same corridors they'd come through. He doesn't pause at the last doorway, vaulting for it - an amazingly lucky move as the guard outside it isn't expecting someone to come barreling through. Both of them are surprised, but before the guard can get his wits about him and lop Charlie's head off, Charlie throws his bulk straight at him - just managing to get in under the blade and break the poor bastard's arm with a measured slam to the wrong side of his elbow.

The weapon gets dropped and they're left with a relatively clear path to the rope leading up and over the wall. Charlie snags the short sword from the ground, adrenaline pounding in his ears.