Flight

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