Aggie's foot fell hard against his head. She was careful to hold back but was certain she had rendered him unconscious. She confirmed this then with an exhausted breath, fell to her butt. She shakily drank her potion. She felt the wounds stabilize. She then put the flask to Rodney's mouth and gave him the rest. He'd stay knocked out for a while, but he'd live, as long as nothing attacked him while he was down. 

She felt like she only had a moment to breathe before a light flashed, and she was standing in the middle of the field again, unscathed, her potions full. It was time for her next battle. She grimaced at the realization that she could be stuck here for a while, all to entertain some strange outside force.