MC tried wildly to think of something he’d learned from reading fights and watching the fencing team. Fencing was too fast-paced for a non-fencer to make sense of the movements. Okay, that didn’t help. You were supposed to have trained for years – too late for that; you should always have the better weapon – that was out too; using the environment is always helpful – hmm…
He jumped over a dead body, backing away and hoping she would follow.
She did.
She must not have seen what he had done. As he’d jumped over, he’d kicked the arm out a little further in the hopes that the sword in the corpse’s hand would catch her, or at least give her a scrape worthy of a band-aid. One foot was over. The second one lifted, higher, and… caught!
With a loud shriek, BG tumbled to the ground. He wanted to dance. She’d tripped! She’d tripped just like he’d planned!
Then he remembered that she still had both her axes.
Her titian hair had spilled out of its bun and was now in long cascades over her shoulders as she stood again. A red, wet gash ran from her left hip slightly up and all the way across her torso. BG dropped the axe in her right hand and staggered forward, gripping his shoulder to steady herself. He shut his eyes and stabbed forward blindly with the knife.
Words that made him wince tore out of her perfectly painted mouth. Then with her left hand, BG brought down the axe she still gripped.
He screamed as the flesh of his right arm was ripped off, straight down to the bone. Crimson spray exploded from his arm, and pain seared through his entire body as if he was being thrown through a shredding machine.
BG collapsed to the ground in a fit of violent writhing, reaching desperately for the axe her left hand had dropped after slicing him up like salami, the knife embedded in the lowest part of her sternum. Had he been able to think clearly, he would have congratulated himself on actually making contact with her. As he was a bit preoccupied with staring at the bits of his own skin and muscle lying on the ground surrounded by frayed fragments of blood vessels and a pool of thick red blood that could only be his own, however, he failed to notice this small victory and instead commenced panicky screaming in pain.

That’s the actual battle scene; one of the Ant’s henchmen sees the injury and panics, thus distracting her long enough for the poor guy to run away…
Acting it out was very helpful – as well as painful; my opponent enjoyed whacking at my fingers :S
Thank you very much again!

-Mouse

I suggest you grab some nerf swords and axes and play out the scene with a friend. See what you can come up with. Have the friend be the Ant with two ‘axes’ and you have a small ‘knife’. What do your instincts say? What do you want to do? How can you get out of it? You’d be surprised what you can come up with. Of course the MC doesn’t have this kind of luxery and you’ll have to make sure it’s not ‘controlled’. But I’m sure you could come up with something cool. Let me know what you come up with and post it if you want.