Slowly but surely, their superior speed began to show itself. Even after giving them a lead, they began to catch up on the men that had fled before them, and they started to leave the enemy units in the dust behind them.
"Well, they can't run forever, it's not as though they have somewhere to run to—" The leader of the Jungters began to say, quite solid in his confidence. He followed their path of retreat, and predicted where they might head to. Likely through the remnants of the battlefield, whereby now, the rest of Tiller's men ought to have been lying dead.
Only, they weren't. The whole army stood ready, in formation, as though pristine. The ranks of infantry, just as they had been at the start of the battle, stood ready to receive them. And the archers sent their arrows flying into the air. They hissed, and went falling down on Rodley's men that sprinted after them.
