Clara pulled herself on top of the elevator car and tied the last of her climbing rope to a steel ring at the top of the elevator.

Guards were rapidly gaining, already several stories closer.

The orc swung his mace; the Special ducked then dove out of its way, the orc smashing into the floor in front of it.

Clara came running out of the elevator, coil of rope in her hand. “Ran, tie this to him!” she yelled, throwing the rope over the opening to the courtyard below, across the chasm, cutting a corner to the other open hall.