[Rhargn Etn]

The cold steel embedded in her flesh was meant to have finished her off in one swift attack, though she was still on the loose. It was clear she was feeling the almost unbearable pain a dagger to the back would cause, suprising that her arm had not been completely immobilized from severed nerves. It didn't matter eitherway, what did matter however was that she was charging forwards. Seeing the rush, Rhargn threw himself to the side in order to evade the heathen. Upon coming back to his feet, he scanned the area about him. Would he make the dart for his mace?

The ruffian wasn't the hastiest of characters, that was for sure and she would easily catch up if he made the run. This left a single option: to stand and fight. It was his last resort, something he'd never have done had he another realisitic option and so let thoughts batter his mind. His hazel orbs focused on her as she shiftly withdrew the dagger from her flesh. "Come on whore!" Rhargn mockingly called. With the blade out of her back, she was sure to lose blood fast, which would effectively wear her out and if she got stressed and frustrated it'd surely only speed up the inevitable.

She bolted forward. Seeing the blade whirl towards him Rhargn gritted his teeth and prepared for the impact. However, he wasn't just about to take a puncture, if the blade did strike it would be through all his tactics failing. With her arm outstretched, the titan threw his right hand towards the upper of her knife wielding arm, hoping to grasp it tightly. Simultaniously, he would throw his left hand at Leathers wrist, maybe taking a cut in the process, though this wouldn't be half as severe as a knife to the gut. If he managed to lock on, he'd pull her tight to him and spin his body so that his back faced her, while crouching slightly and attempting to snap her arm in half over his shoulder.