Louis could see up to three men cover in clad iron armors, charging right at him with blades and axes in hands, as one of them let a cry loud and full of rage into the night sky. Louis was no idiot; he had no experience of fighting or even killing anything in his whole life. He only has a knife where as the bandits have sharp iron blades and axes. He was against three armed bandits and in this outcome he will surely be dead if he stays. His only opinion now to run away as fast as he can, using every strength he can muster in to his legs and ran toward the into the thick woods.
He kept on running with all his might, but he has not done much exercise in running, his hearts were beating as loud as drums and his lungs here starting to feel like they were on fire. He could feel his body was aching all over, but he dare not stop if he value his life. He could still hear the sound of the bandits footprints coming louder and louder, coming right close to him.
"At this rate...I'm going to die!" Louis tried to figure out what to do, but he could feel his strength fading from him and the killers were inches away from him with blades in ready. Louis was right near the end of his life.