As Sigurd dragged himself backwards so that only his lower legs lay in line with his enemy Gigue made the move he had suspected, his upper-torso moving counter-clockwise by necessity to reach for him. The Northman had been prepared for a move of its kind, though it was not the exact one he predicted, he was ready to react at the slightest inclination with a kick. His target however was not an obvious one at first glance, though that depended upon how one looked at combat. In tandem with Gigue thrusting across his body with his knife, Sigurd’s right leg darted low in a whip-like motion that would earn itself little damage had all things been equal. However, all things were not equal, and Gigue had a weak-spot. His left leg was wounded, the blade still hung from it, and Sigurd’s leg was to drive his heavy boot directly into that blade and that wound, creating a moving target for Gigue to deal with while simultaneously inflicting great pain upon him.

Sigurd’s somewhat underhanded kick would of course be punished by the knife thrust, but all things being equal it would only cut across the top of his boot and slide down the left side, leaving an inch deep cut about three inches down from the big toe and cutting free. Ignoring his own pain, Sigurd intended to use the distraction of his kick to make good his escape, pulling himself away from Gigue so he could climb onto his feet.