Your words seem to fall on deaf ears, an experience you know all too well. The man continued his charge, raising his blade above his head to strike. At the very least you could tell this man was no soldier: the raiders who took you had better form than this thug. No doubt he simply expected his size and ferocity to make up for any deficiencies in his technique. Were you a peasant this would've been enough to end you, but at the last moment before he brought down his blade you were able to dodge him and tried to cut his arm. Instinctively, he raised his hand to block, getting cut across the forearm. He had a thick layer of cloth as a makeshift form of armor, but even that didn't prevent him from getting cut by your blade. He grunted in pain, having to switch to his less dominant but uninjured arm and began to swing wildly at you in close-quarters. It was hard to tell if this man was trying to take you alive or not: he certainly wasn't trying to be careful.

Fortunately the man's wild swings, as scary as they are, were predictable since he treated his sword more like a club than a blade, making exaggerated movements to try to get the most force out of each swing, which would give you more than enough time to dodge him. It doesn't seem like he was trying too hard to defend himself despite your ability to fight back, presumably he expects you to go down easily. As you dodge his blows, he lunges and stabs his sword, missing you shoulder and his blade plunges into a wooden pillar. For a second, he is stuck, giving you a chance to act.