He knew that Theseus was going to feel very disappointed the moment he realized Allias had sent him back. The king, being one of the few elves able to do this if he put enough magic in it, had sent his lover to Mark, hoping they would find him and take care of his wounds. He had decided to do this alone, to not put him in any further danger. This was the last time he reminded himself as he watched the angry figures of the soldiers approaching.
"This is the last time I am leaving you behind." he whispered.
He didn't count the man, he didn't really find it necessary as he heard the roaring footsteps approaching. He was bare of his weapons and the only thing he had to keep himself from fretting in fear was the fact that he knew he was stronger. Stronger though for how long and by how many men? Ten, twenty? That was a good question.