[i]Zande jerked the head of his left axe up to meet the knight's blade. The two viciously sharp prongs on top were perfect for catching attacks. Were the sword to meet the axe, Zande would then try to redirect the swing off to his own left before darting into his opponent's guard. The cannibal may have been crazy, but he was far and away from a fool. He had the Devil's own wiles. 

As Zande once again neared the shield, from betwixt his bared front teeth a spray of blood would erupt! He'd have bitten his own tongue for the purpose of distracting the knight by spitting a mouthful of blood into his eyes!
All so that Zachary would, for but a fraction of a moment, not be able to see fully the tribesman's scheme. Each of Zande's axes was spiked and bladed on the back, quite handy for hooking the inner rim of a shield and wrenching it aside. Such would be Zande's purpose, his right axe casting up from the wetland muck to snag and pull open the shield from the knight, like opening the tabbed lid from a tuna can. Furthermore, the lunatic's clawed boots would once again come into play, that right one seeking to ensnare the man's left foot like before. The amalgamation of this sudden lockdown of sword, shield, and foot was without a doubt an intentional and oft used technique, once that had been polished with a great deal of practice. Though he fought like an animal, it was not to be forgotten that animals can learn tricks. If Zande got inside the reach of Zachary's sword and behind his shield... 
Who knows what the madman could do in close quarters... [/i]