It'd look a lot more noble and less totally like a cowardly dick if Gary stayed and nobly put himself between his son and the swordswoman but -
Nope, Gary is already running as soon as Little Cato suggests it. Because Spidercat is right! Gary's outclassed here! They're both outclassed here. What can he do about an incredible flying swordswoman with ages of experience in a pre-industrial-revolution land of magic and whimsy when he, Gary Goodspeed, has skills that are mostly only applicable to a universe with interspace capabilities?
Why, get something large and fast and easily directed into ramming mode.
"Hey! It's you! Don't kick me again I don't have any peppers this time - Hey wait!"
Gary doesn't pray. Not when everything powerful enough in the universe to be prayed to is the sort of entity that, as a human, would enjoy pastimes like pulling the wings off flies. But he hopes desperately that Little Cato is able to keep the swordswoman busy and himself alive long enough for Gary and his newly reacquired horse to ram into her from behind. He hopes, too, that Little Cato will see him coming, and think to get loud enough to cover the sound of the horse's hooves, and also the shrieks he can't quite stop from leaving his mouth as he tries to keep the horse pointed in the right direction.
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Nope, Gary is already running as soon as Little Cato suggests it. Because Spidercat is right! Gary's outclassed here! They're both outclassed here. What can he do about an incredible flying swordswoman with ages of experience in a pre-industrial-revolution land of magic and whimsy when he, Gary Goodspeed, has skills that are mostly only applicable to a universe with interspace capabilities?
Why, get something large and fast and easily directed into ramming mode.
"Hey! It's you! Don't kick me again I don't have any peppers this time - Hey wait!"
Gary doesn't pray. Not when everything powerful enough in the universe to be prayed to is the sort of entity that, as a human, would enjoy pastimes like pulling the wings off flies. But he hopes desperately that Little Cato is able to keep the swordswoman busy and himself alive long enough for Gary and his newly reacquired horse to ram into her from behind. He hopes, too, that Little Cato will see him coming, and think to get loud enough to cover the sound of the horse's hooves, and also the shrieks he can't quite stop from leaving his mouth as he tries to keep the horse pointed in the right direction.