You fling the spear at the closest one as you pull the lamp strap over your arm and jump up the rope. Sitting on the rough floor has made you sore, but you know how to climb. The hissing sound reverberates through your spine, tapping a primal sense of survival, and for a moment you forget about soreness, form or technique, even gravity. You know that this time, if the lizards catch you, you're going to die.
You scramble up the rope moving faster than perhaps you've ever run. You can hear the lizards hissing and leaping. The rope sways as they grab onto it, then slip off. You feel one dig into the heel of your shoe, but it too slips away. The ceiling grows closer as you hear the hissing, while still active, become softer. But you don't slow down or relax until you pull yourself up through the crack. The young girl is waiting for you, and smiles as you climb in. Suddenly, the adrenaline leaves you, and muscles burn like acid is coursing through your veins. You slump over and almost fall back again, but the young girl catches you, and steadies you, until you're able to move again.
Drawing up the rope, you make your way back down the seam and return to the armory. The men you helped to escape are all overjoyed to see the young girl again. Despite your helping them earlier, they remain nervous about you.