Roland accepts his loss without thinking about it - can't stop to think, not at a time like this. What he can do is see the advantage it affords him. He no longer has to stay close and so he doesn't, moving to run behind other little battles happening nearby in the hopes that the cord will get caught on something else, instead, if he can put enough between them. This particular battle is lost; there's more to do elsewhere. He goes.
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