The blond-haired man was overcome with a mixture of shock, rage, and fear as he watched his friends get ridden down with such ease. He clutched his neck to stem the bleeding, not knowing how much longer he had. He kept a firm hold on his greatclub, his only real possession left to him and waved to his fallen friend as he slowly got up from being knocked over by a horse. He signaled for the both of them to retreat then turned and ran as fast as he could into the nearby woods, his compatriot following behind.