Folke's feet began to carry him quickly, toward the forest bush that would cover him and provide him cover if he successfully did this mad sprint. Despite Folke's cowardice he was an incredibly fit and strong man due to his short training and his own natural born talent.
Folke heard a clashing of shield and steel which was of the lance tip that began cracking into the wood as knights polearms cracked against shield or passed straight through flesh, The knights made their way to the shield wall.
Folke stumbled, making him fall toward the forest which was followed with a sharp pain in his back and a curse from a knight as his lance missed Folke's head nearly.
Folke's adrenaline did not make him realize what had happened and so he didn't know how severe the wound was, he did a difficult push and pulled himself off the ground and continued to sprint, the pain in his back already dulled from adrenaline. Folke heard the knight begin to throw away his lance and unsheathe his sword.
Folke was closing distance to the forest and fast, The knight closed distance to folke within five seconds after adjusting his mount's direction.
The knight raised his sword and did an arced swing at Folke's head, But his horse stumbled after stepping on a rock mound. Causing the swing to go deep into the arm instead, causing folke to yell in pain, his arm flopping to his side but he didn't stop running.
Folke reached the forest, the second after the knight had struck him in the arm. The knight reeled his horse giving up on the chase and turned his horse back toward the shieldwall.
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In the forest, Folke continued to run. His legs carried him a few more distances before he collapsed shortly, the blood lost settling into him, his adrenaline and burst of strength could not help the man.
He began to look at his wounded arm and then his face contorted to grim, as it was mangled. The sword had cut deep into his arm indeed, the raw flesh peeled back and revealed meat and his bone was able to be seen.
Folke crawled to a tree and positioned himself on a tree, where he began to feel like falling asleep. His arm continued to pour blood as he did this. . . .