"You tricky bastard." Keirst said in a friendly tone. He was still able to stand, but barely. He looked around, then noticed his dagger and shortsword by his clothes. If he could reach them then this fight was over. Hell if he could get free this fight was over. He leaned down and threw a right hook straight at Cuan's muzzle. All he had to do was loosen his grip, just for a second, then he could get his leg free.