"Nasuada?!" Murtagh said, quickly helping her up off of the floor.
"Murtagh?!" she said back.
Now it was Coran's turn to be jealous as they embraced.
"Hold up!" she said, ruining the moment. Murtagh glared at her as she said, "Why did you imprison us?"
Nasuada shook her head, putting her finger to her lips as the sound of boots was heard overhead.
"I'm escaping." she said. "I was caught, knocked out, and woke up here. My jailer was stupid enough to fall under my...charm."
She batted her eyes at Murtagh, and he stared.
"Um-uh-" He shook his head. "Well, do you know who captured us?"
She shook her head, and motioned for them to follow her down the hall. They ran to the last door at the end of the hall, the weapons room, where they retrieved their weapons. They then made their way back to the door, but at the same time a guard walked across the hall. He gasped in surprise, and swung his sword, cutting Coran on the cheek. She put a hand to her sword, which became a spiked ball, and threw it at the guard. It hit him in the face and he went down, trying to scream through a punctured throat. she picked up the ball, which became a sword once again, as Nasuada stifled a cry at seeing the soldier.
"Are you going to let him lay there like that?" Nasuada asked, trying to hold down the prison food.
Coran glared at her. "He'll live."
Nasuada composed herself, then argued, "But are you going to let him lay there like that in his own blood?"
Coran took one look at Nasuada, and stabbed her knife into the soldier, killing him. "That better?" she asked.
Nasuada looked enraged, but one look at Murtagh's face told her that he would have done the same thing. He shrugged at her.
"You really shouldn't take chances..." he said, bending down to inspect the insignia on the soldier's helm. His face paled.
"It's Galbatorix."