The men that were left - the ones that were still somewhat mobile, anyway - answered the question in the only way they could. They broke, and ran. Or as close as they could get to running, at any rate, but even though some of them could only hobble, it was clear they wanted nothing more to do with Oghren or his axe.

As for the ones that couldn't run...well, except for the one that Jamie had taken down, it was fairly clear that they weren't going to be able to do anything at all. And, seeing what was left of his fellows, the man Jamie had taken down decided that discretion was the better part of valor, and as the Warden started to look his way, he decided to play dead. For his part, Jamie didn't notice, instead finishing his run over, coming to a stop once he reached Oghren. The sword he'd taken hung in the air a moment longer, but then he let it drop to his side, figuring that there wasn't any point to keeping it up when there wasn't anyone left to fight.

"Think you might be out of luck there," he commented, dryly. "Unless you think it's worth it going to hunt them down, that is, but if you ask me I think they've learned their lesson."