The man watched as his foe toppled to the ground. He stood over her, ready for another strike.
Behind him, the captive realized her opportunity and began to seize it. With her persuer distracted, she shakily rose to her feet. She looked on, realizing that the one responsible was laying flat on the ground.
The man lifted his mace high in the air. It was ready to fall onto the creature, with all the man's strength aiding gravity's pull downwards. Surely, it would have been a very savage strike.
Freedom was a possibility now. To him, she was already gone. He would not turn to look in her direction, not when he was so focused on killing the interloper. Still, she could not simply allow her savior to be killed like this.
With nothing else she could do, she charged headlong into the armored man. Her frail form did virtually nothing to the hard metal wall of a man. However, he did lower his mace.
She once again had his attention. He spun around quickly, knocking the woman back into the ground with a swing of the massive shield. With her stunned on the ground as well, the man could now focus back on the creature.
The woman had not done much, but perhaps she did give her potential rescuer a few crucial seconds to recover...