Kennith might have actually got a strike in, if he hadn't already starved all day, walking in the woods, and then used his last reserves of his strength pulling against his bindings all evening, now he was exhausted and so the shot he took at Servian didn't come close, instead Servian's sword countered, slapping it's flat side against Kennith's head. The blow wasn't intended to kill, it was a wake up call, that rung Kennith's bell and sent him sprawling back down onto his ass.  Servian's guard instinctively drew their respective weapons immediately but Servian motion for them to lower them.<br/><br/>"Trying to fight us....Trying to run back toward town....That is certain death, Kennith... However, the forest at least offers a chance at escape, however slight it might be, it is still a chance, Kenny....Take it, run now...the God's may shine down on you, you might not actually get eaten by any of the countless beasts that stalk the forest at night...I will give you to the long-count of 25, But be forewarned, if you come at me again, I'll take your head." Servian smiled down at the concussed Lanning, as he sat, sprawled on the ground rubbing his newly broken cheek bone.