panting and tired, you take a few steps back “I don’t want to fight you…

You look up at her, panting and out of breath. You hold your own sword, though it's shaking in your grip. "Please, just let me go. I need to save my friend.

You are correct, I am a weakling. I’m too tired to fight and the cuts all over my body make it hard to move, I have no chance against you.