Flee!

The battle is lost, you run into the surrounding forest, trailed by men on horseback. They aren't far behind you. You dodge and weave through the trees, but they are gaining. One takes a shot from horseback and it grazes your leg. The wound slows you, enough for another arrow to pin your calf to the forest floor.

Five soldiers surround you, as you half stand there bleeding. A burly Imperial approaches and stares at you. "You want to keep your ears or your cock?"