I'm going to hum the wild Pokemon battle theme as the two of them attack the Charmander.

So basically, I'm going to wait.

Whoa, hey, I was running a game.
School just got out and I'm on summer break now! I'll type up the next round, and post it, today!

The crunching of the leaves under Sanguinary's feet gave him an idea. Looking around, he found two decently sized rocks and a stick. After striking the rocks together a few times, he sparked a flame and lit a makeshift torch.

"Alright." He said allowed, "Let's do this. Fackin' animals."

And with that, he began his work, lighting the dry leaves around him on fire. Spreading quickly, the fire consumed the tall, thick brush that had been blocking his path. Sanguinary began to walk forward, and managed to take a few steps before an arrow sprouted out of the tree next to him.

"What the..?" He spun around quickly, only to see his imminent death running straight towards him, a hunting party, come to kill the survivors.

Too bad there wasn't anyone else "surviving" in the area to throw in front of him.

Another arrow landed at his feet, again missing him by only inches. He pulled it out of the dirt, and, grabbing his bow, returned fire, taking a knight-like bandit right off his horse. If this was going to be it, mine as well take a few down first.

So he reached again for his quiver, and, realizing he was still in the open, ducked behind one of the few trees that wasn't on fire yet. Popping out quickly, Sanguinary made another amazing shot, driving an arrow right through the eye of a swordsman, who had been closing in. Reaching for his last arrow, he knew it was almost over.

"Make it count." He told himself, "Make it count."

He turned to face his death, releasing his last arrow, again with pinpoint accuracy, into the heart of another mounted soldier. As he braced for his imminent capture, and the world burned around him, he did not find comfort in the yelling of whooping of the hunting party.

With moments left of his life, Sanguinary decided to at least go out intimidating. "Come and get me you-"

Smash

Opening his eyes, Sanguinary was sure he was dead. Except for, of course, the burning log that had just fallen and saved his life.

"Praise arsonism!" He yelled with a mix of joy and terror. Looking around, he saw that the thick path he was trying to go down originally was still clear. Grabbing as many arrows as he could find out of the dirt, he filled his quiver and ran for his life, praying the reinforcements would not follow soon.

After what seemed like hours of running, Sanguinary had to stop for breath. The fire, now miles behind him, pillared up in smoke, consuming everything in it's path. He hoped that would occupy the hunting party for awhile, or however much of it hadn't just been killed. In a way, he felt good about that. A few less evil men in the world. That's something to be proud of.

After just a little bit more walking, Sanguinary finally found what he was looking for. A light that marked the end of the woods.

However, he paused he and thought to himself. The woods provide safety. It's much easier to hide in a thick area full of trees than a potentially open field. But the woods promised no civilization, no one to help him. The dirt trail continued again in two ways, one going through the woods, one leading outside.

"I swear I hear laughter..."

The choice was his, and his alone, and he would suffer the consequences of whatever his decision would be.