Gigue well remembered that there were two axes and a shield lying nearby, so when Sigurd chose flight over fight, it came to him as no surprise – the warrior would be putting himself in a far better position if he got either of those. Likewise, he too would be expecting Gigue to try and stop his retreat – yet what he wouldn’t be prepared for was the knife in the brawler’s hand.

A viper quick thrust, aimed for the closer foot, plunging deep and leaving only a split-second window of time to react: Sigurd wouldn’t even see the blade coming, its path obscured by his opponent’s large body.  The only sign of something coming would be the movement of Gigue’s arm; however, seeing as the warrior prepared himself to answer with a kick, rather than simply pulling his leg back, that might’ve just further ensured the imminence of his doom. If only by luck, Sigurd could be spared of what was to come next; but if he had none to spare, a painful trip was waiting ahead.

With the knife lodged in its target, Gigue would wrap his hand around tighter, turning the looser saber into a firm hammer grip, and twist it around, so that the blade would no longer be in line with the wound channel, effectively making it stuck in his opponent’s foot. A violent yank, and the brute would reel Sigurd in, pulling the man’s ankle underneath his left armpit, with the foot hooking around the front of the shoulder. Standing higher allowed him to lift the man slightly off the ground as he did so, reducing traction and thwarting any attempt to resist; overwhelming strength coupled with better positioning would prove to be decisive, bringing the advantage to his side.

Maintaining the hold would cost the wrestler a few moments of hell, as he'd have to fight against Sigurd's foot with his badly injured left side; arm crossing over his body to grab onto the right shoulder, he hoped to at least elevate the strain and recruit the strength of his uninjured muscles - the pectoral, bicep, deltoids - to buy himself a few extra seconds. 

Fortunately, Gigue knew exactly what to do in this time. The knife would slide out and plunge into flesh again, seeking to now bury itself near the femoral artery, on the inside of Sigurd's right thigh; punch through the leather, force it handle deep and then slice through it all on the way out, leaving a large, gushing hollow in the leg. If there wasn't enough blood pouring out - rinse and repeat, to make it a fact that Sigurd's death would be minutes away. 

A method as good as any to make to strip the man of his defiance - that is, if all went smooth for Gigue.