Though the man was seemingly immortal, he still feared for him. Perhaps he feared for himself and wanted the reliable fighter with him, or perhaps the child-like part of his brain didn't want to be left alone in this dreadful situation.
But alas, his frantic run led him to an obstacle–
SMACK.
As he was running blindly into the forest, he ran face first into a bulky tree, being floored by the sudden, harsh impact.
"Ghh!" He winced.
At the end of the day, no matter what spells he had at his disposal, he was still a human of mortal flesh–and a child at that; a collision like that resulted in a quickly-forming welt on his forehead that bruised and bled.
"Gahh…" He exhaled sharply.
Sitting up slowly, he caressed his head as the world spun around him; he was, without a doubt, concussed.