The two of them struggle in the mud, the steel glinting in the light. He ignores the pain of his wrist, the slip of the arrow shaft from his shoulder. He looks at her with wild eyes. He would have used those teeth of his for more than grimacing if his helmet didn't get in the way.

He headbutts the old warrior again, this time square against her nose. Using the moment to reposition to her side, he makes the most of his smaller size to maneuver the blade at her neck. Reinforce with his free limb to get it closer to the soft flesh. Their bodies were so covered in dirt and entangled together it was difficult to see where one ended and the other began.

"Back off...!" he snarls fiercely at the other girls. Blood was flowing freely from his wound, dripping on his foe. He wouldn't last much longer.