She sure as hell didn't brawl like some old woman... he muses to himself. He looks mostly tired, now that he didn't feel the need to be so cagey and defensive.

"Won't have a reason to fight her again if your friends don't prod at me with spears. Sound good?"

That may not have been how they saw it, but he woke up out of an injured daze to a bunch of battlefield scavengers with weapons drawn and at the ready. In his experience, there was very little chance that being left alone is what they had in mind, even if he stood down.

Or perhaps withdrawing his sword had become more difficult than simply going down swinging.