Springlatch got low to the ground once the shells started flying madly into them. Being forced north didn't help any either, especially with being moved towards a charging force. It dawned on him that they where not against mere raiders but what was probably more likely a well organized military force. His eyes darted about in the ensuing chaos about him as he decided it would be best for him to do what a scout can here in this situation. And it wasn't fighting that was for damn sure as he ran for the nearest building he could scurry inside. Sure one might call that an act of cowardice, trying to hide inside of a structure rather then be in the bottleneck, but he had a better plan in mind. Look for something that might be used to better clear a path for retreat, or cause so much of a distraction and chaos that everyone could scatter in flee in the panic. Either or.