Torbjørn and Ilioc's cell door opened and armed men motioned for Torbjørn to exit. Torbjørn got up and headed out calmly into the tunnel. The new gatekeeper was outside, standing with his arms crossed and with a merciless gaze. Here he first watched Torbjørn exit the cell before he turned to Ilioc and studied the Giant who had attempted to save Warren in the arena. Torbjørn took up this moment and threw the broken bottle of Bwayto Bwen Anoya at the gatekeeper, who caught it in his hand. The bottle had been broken in half and its sharp edges were pointing away from the gatekeeper’s palm.

“You sly rat,” he spat at Torbjørn, turning his attention to him. “You...” his words were cut short and he gasped loudly in pain. The second half of the bottle had landed firmly in his side yet it had only caused a small amount of blood to run down his clothes. The gatekeeper turned back to Ilioc who sat smugly in the cell, pleased with his aim. “Get him!” The keeper commanded his men, but while some men ran forwards most stood in shock as the keeper began to froth at the mouth. He collapsed to the floor and began to seize up. His men stood deadly still as they watched the poison take effect. Torbjørn and Ilioc seized this moment: Ilioc burst out of the cell taking out the men as he went, while Torbjørn spun around taking out idle men with his pure strength. The guards near them were now dead or unconscious, and Ilioc turned to see the men at the abandoned cell now running towards them.

Torbjørn reached for the keys on the gate keeper’s belt but they were firmly attached, sown onto his clothes by many layers of leather. Without any hesitation, Torbjørn took hold of the keys and used the thick binding to lift the seizing keeper into the air, spin him around and hurl him towards the oncoming men. As the gatekeeper went flying through the air, the keys ripped off his clothing. The gatekeeper landed hard against the men, knocking them to the floor. The dead gate keeper’s eyes panicked the men and they skittered, unsure what to do. Torbjørn threw the keys to Ilioc and they both ran for the door at the far end of the tunnel. The heavy thumping of their feet echoed loudly along the walls. Prisoners shouted in encouragement, confusion and anger. The Giants got closer to the first door where they could see the swarm of guards around it. Ilioc fumbled through the keys having no idea which one opened the door. As the distance between the Giants and the men shrank, Torbjørn let out a deep, rumbling roar. The sound reverberated around the tunnel, it shook all the cell doors, the wall, the ceiling and floor. Men around the doors bent and curled over at the sound, allowing Ilioc precious moments to find the key that fitted the door. He slid the door open with great effort, Ilioc quickly withdrew the key from the lock and they ran through into the long, sloping corridor which circumnavigated the arena and led to the final door. Torbjørn was still roaring and it could be heard above ground and it caused the walls of nearby buildings to shake.

They reached the final door as Torbjørn was visibly growing weary from belting out the roar. Fumbling for the final key Ilioc managed to get it open and they ran out into the streets of Durkan. Torbjørn’s roar faded and he fell forwards with exhaustion. Ilioc managed to catch him and hauled Torbjørn up over his shoulders. Not stopping, Ilioc ran through the streets and out into the open snow-covered plains. After many hours of running, Ilioc came to a large fire burning brightly. Ilioc stopped and lay Torbjørn down, he looked up at the fire and saw what appeared to be a wagon in the centre of it. Ilioc settled down to sleep. When Ilioc awoke he had a feeling that someone or something wasn't far behind them so he awoke Torbjørn and they continued to run East, towards the mountains.