With her foot free Mahana scrambled to her feet, trying not to favor her ankle. Though the injury was plain enough, what with a boot still caught in a trap and all. but she couldn't afford to let the slavers know it would slow her down.<br/>She drew out a knife and crouched low, waiting for the opportune moment to attack. She wasn't by any means forward in her attacks, she was small and not necessarily a fighter unless the situation demanded and even then, she was hesitant to make the first attack.