The throw knocks the breath out of her again and as she was rolling to her feet, the minotuar's hand thuds into her chest, knocking her down again and presses her against the hard unyeilding stone. Her heart was thundering in her ears and darkness gathering at the edges of her vision. She didn't have much time left of conciousness. However her hands were free....<br/><br/>A long thin dagger was drawn from her boot and she grabs the arm that holds her. Smiling widely she drives the razor sharp tip into the beasts wrist. It would penetrate leatrher armor easily, it should do the same here to the beast. As she stabs the beast she wonders how long it would be before they realize that as long as she had clothing, she had a dagger....<br/><br/><br/>(( She's trying toi make them get careless or kill her))