As the kobolds attacked, Milo was surprised to see some of the other strangers jump into the fray.  He was even more surprised when he realized that these strangers were not only holding their own against the monsters; they were outperforming the trained soldiers in killing the wolf creatures.  He also noticed one of the strange puppets running amongst the soldiers, picking their pockets as deftly as any street urchin in London.  Milo remembered his friend Jack was particularly skilled at lifting anything of value from its owner, and only Milo's familiarity with such actions allowed him to recognize the same movements being performed by the puppet.  Chaos was all around, and Milo didn't know what to do.  He couldn't fight (or at least the scraps he had gotten into back in London had always ended badly for him), and he didn't have any other useful skills aside from running away, which wouldn't do him much good since all around was a vast field that was apparently infested with monsters, so if he did manage to escape these kobolds, he would likely end up getting lost and killed by some other monster.  Maybe this was Hell after all?  Not exactly fire and brimstone like the preacher talked about every Sunday, but it was certainly frightening enough with so many monsters wanting to kill them.

As Milo was processing all this, one of the other strangers approached.  Milo felt his legs tensing to run, but before he could, she knelt and put an arm on his shoulder.  Her reassuring words and charisma caused Milo to relax, and he gave her a small smile.  "Thank you, ma'am," he said as he watched the battle progress from bad to worse.

The knights were falling to the kobolds far too quickly, and even though the other strangers were joining in the fight and doing as much against the monsters as ten knights, it still wasn't enough.  And then came a howl that chilled Milo to the bone.  Whatever had made that sound, Milo didn't want to find out.  Suddenly, his eyes were back to darting around in fear, looking for any gap that he could slip through to get away from this terror.

It looked like all the other strangers were joining in the fight in their own way.  Even the puppet that had been picking the pockets of the soldiers had returned to the side of the other puppet and the young man that seemed to be their master (just how that relationship worked, Milo wasn't sure, but the young man was certainly the ringleader of the trio).  Milo was left all alone in the middle of a battlefield with no useful skills, and the monsters still seemed to be getting the best of them.  The other strangers seemed to be focusing on the huge monster that had just appeared on the battlefield: a giant version of the wolf monsters that were assailing them.  And as the strangers shifted their focus to this larger threat, the smaller ones began to break through the front lines, beyond which Milo was alone and vulnerable.  The monsters, the carnage, the noise, the strangeness; it was more than Milo could bear.  And so, he did the one thing he knew best: he ran.

The action was instinct after so many run-ins with street urchins and chimney sweepers that were desperate enough to beat another of their own to within an inch of their life for even a single shilling.  Milo simply turned and bolted before his brain had even fully processed what was happening.  As his feet carried him away from the advancing monsters just as fast as they could, that voice in his head spoke up again.
[quote]Run Away Level 1 acquired![/quote]

[i]Run Away Level1!?[/i] Milo thought as he continued to run.  [i]What does that even mean?[/i]  He risked a glance back and realized that the kobolds that were pursuing him were falling behind.  [i]Is that what Run Away Level 1 does?[/i] he wondered, hoping for some sort of explanation from the voice in his head, but the voice had been rather short on explanations, thus far, so Milo wasn't going to hold his breath for an explanation this time.  He just kept running.