Felodran kept running as arrow after arrow pelted his shield, and when he was close enough he went for a lunging stab on the archer he was running at, which he just couldn't defend against in time. The man slumped over on his blade, and just in time too, the other archer was preparing to fire. Felodran turned and hid himself behind the dead man, hating himself for doing so, but it's survival...
After the bowman finished his volley, Felodran pulled his blade from the dead man's stomach and gave a swift running kick to the knee of the other archer. This man was more proficient in defending himself as he hopped backwards from the kick and drew a shortsword. Since there was no time to gather his shield, Felodran parried a stab towards his gut, and punched the archer in the face to stumble him, then slashed open his stomach. The man screamed and hit the ground, crying in pain, and then blacking out.
However he had left the swordsman alive, who had more then enough time to kill Felodran. The man had watched Felodran battle the two archers, and now raised his sword with quaking hands.
"Leave... and do not return... if you do you will live to see another day. If not you'll end up like these two friends of mine" The man took a step backwards, then tossed his sword down and high tailed it out of the thicket.
Felodran knelt by the dying man, and stabbed him to end his suffering, then cleaned his sword on his tunic.
"Now to get to the others..."