The enemy was soon fully routed, their number three-quarters of what it had been just minutes before, left with only twenty men. Vol could feel the tiredness catching up to him now. He could have chased those men down as well, but he held back, not knowing where the exhaustion would lead him, even if he were to recover three-quarters of his stamina in just a few minute's time. He deemed it not worth the risk.
It didn't matter. The Yarmdon men did not allow them to escape. They thundered down the tunnel, chasing the men as they sprinted clumsily whilst looking back over their shoulders. Only a handful managed to make it to the tunnel's end… and by then, it was hell that they had waiting for them. Or at least, it was hell for the Yarmdon side.
