It was nae runnin awa. It was quick marchin.... in tha opposite direction.
Besides, I got tired o’ fightin some gangly limbed, chicken boned, yellow bellied, lily livered, rag wearin, messy haired, stinkin sassenach peasant wieldin a glorified butter knife so pardon me if I wanted a better fight from someone that actually has mair meat on em than tha average chicken nugget.