He slows his attack for a moment, concerned by her pain, but decides she'll tell him if she needs quarter, and redoubles his efforts, though focusing his attacks more on her sword side now.

"For all the good it did me," he says, rather bitterly, as he brings his guard back in a little too slowly and catches his arm a glancing blow on her shield. His ego has been pretty bruised by his experience. As has his face and ribs. But he smiles suddenly, savagely. "I took down three men before they took me. One won't be walking on that leg again. Another may miss eating solid food for a while." A slash down, around her knees, opens up his guard for a second because he isn't as paying much attention as he should. "I was unarmed and unprepared, and they were many. If they come again, I'll not be so easily bested."