Just as here blade was about to connect with the manâ€™s leg he jumped like a damned frog over her; hitting her sword arm as he did so. She hissed in pain wondering if during her beating someone had stomped on her shoulder. Her hand loosened on the sword and because she had been startled by his unlikely attack, she had dropped it.  Quickly she bent down to pick up the fallen blade but by the time she had turned the crowd was cheering for the man who now had a new weapon. So he was crafty enough to create a ranged weapon which meant that she was right about his injuries getting the better of him but he was a lot more agile then she had suspected. She nodded to herself finding that she respected his drive to survive but he already looked like he was going to pass out. She knew that she had to wear him out and stay out of his weapons range which did not look too farâ€¦ â€˜If I can just pin that dagger and cut the rope maybeâ€¦.â€™ She thought to herself while she approached him slowly but keeping at what she assumed to be a safe distance.<br/>â€œYouâ€™re a coward to just run from a woman; even if I do have a blade. Are you afraid of me?â€  She heckled him hoping to make him anger and charge after her. The crowd seemed to love what she said. Some laughed and others cheered calling the man a coward, â€œCome at me if you are not afraid!â€ She taunted him once more and watched him closely. Noting his eyes and how they were losing focus. She knew that she could win this. Had to win this and avenge her father.