Prince: Their numbers are to great! FALL BACK!!
[Back at Faramir's Encampment]
Scout: Master Faramir, we must set out a once, we must escort the wounded back to the city, they cannot hold out much longer.
Faramir: Be then as it may, i must regroup with the prince. Pack up the supplies in the wagons. we'll set out at once.
[after a hour of travel]
Scout: Sire! sounds of battle ahead!
Faramir: The Prince is in trouble! I want every man able to hold a sword with me, Ride!
[back in he forest]
Templar: I beg you my liege Lord, take the calvary and escape
Prince: No, i will fight to the end!
Templar: We are expendeble. You are not. Now go! Good luck and Godspeed, we will hold them