Hugh was beginning to find this Auredhel to be a good and experienced man. His respect had certainly grown for the elf sorcerer. However, luck was not with them, as the pompous scoundrel known as Khoran had just caused a little bit of a hic-up in the plan thought up by Auredhel, by forwarding the plan himself. "Well, fuck." Hugh muttered. He had a feeling when he first met Khoran that he wouldn't like him, and that was turning more into reality as they progressed. 

This all meant one thing, and that was to proceed with the plan. Maybe it would favor them a little more to have the scoundrel in front when the possibility of getting attacked was imminent. Regardless, now a comrade was in need of assistance, and Hugh would surely come to the man's aid, as Hugh would hope this man would do the same for him in future scenarios. This might have all be completely fine, anyways, and the scoundrel could simply pass by and Hugh and the rest of the group would simply sneak around. 

Hugh was rather sick of spilling blood, but would kill in an instant if necessary. Otherwise, he would simply disarm a man and let him live. At the moment, he needed to get into a position where he could knock a man out of at least disarm him and give him cause to retreat. He continued to creep into the woods to get the drop on these people, if he so needed to.