You began to slowly strafe around your elven enemy as you both eyed each other. She stayed a few spaces away from you at this point, but only stopped her charge when she noticed your larger weapon. She noticeably grit her teeth in frustration at your current defensive superiority. She eyed the ground to where you were circling to and was able to connect the dots. Gripping her dagger in her hand, she rose it above her head and threw it at you. You attempted to parry the dagger by reflex, but it failed, hitting you square in the stomach and knocking the wind from you.
It was at this time that the elven slave had turned around to run towards the bow lying some ways away. After a quick second, even before you were able to breath entirely, you rushed towards the shield that was your initial goal. You grabbed it quickly, finding that it was easy enough to simply hold. It was a decent shield as it would be able to deflect some attacks, but anything with any substantive amount of power would have no problem getting through the studded leather. Turning back towards the elf, both pieces of equipment in hand, you saw that the elf had already picked up the bow and was moving to pick up one of the satchels of arrows that were in the arena.