Draw the captain in.

''He’s a lot faster than when I saw him last… I can’t get into a drawn out fight against him. I need to finish him quickly.'' Korak thought. He started inching away from the advancing captain, dragging himself on the floor.

“Please, no more…” Korak’s voice was small, clearly showing his fear to the captain. The captain took his pleas as an invitation to advance, oblivious to the fact that it was but a ruse. He closed in on Korak, and as he started to reach for him, Korak immediately brought up both of his legs and slammed his ribs in a brutal kick. Caught off-guard, the captain coughed loudly as his body flew back for a meter and landed harshly on the floor. The impact left him winded and stunned, and as he lay on the floor groaning, Korak was able to reach his discarded club and moved towards him. When he got back up, he was greeted by the sight of his own club rapidly drawing nearer to his face until everything went to black.

WHAM!!

Korak let go of the club after knocking the captain out with it, letting it clatter onto the floor. He then made her way through the passageway where he had seen Lady Waltham.
He knew that decades ago Lady Waltham had poisoned his father and put his mother in a **** trap.
It was an act of **** as her brother Clayton had killed himself in his attempt to kill Tarzan.
However after Tarzan had saved her she had abandoned her quest for vengeance. Perhaps she had changed her mind after all...

The corridor led to another room that was very similar to the first, but with larger windows that let more light illuminate the place. The very first thing he noticed was Lady Waltham’s absence; the room appeared to be completely empty.

“Where- AAAAAGGGGHHHH!!!!”

Korak instantly dropped to her his and knees after Lady Waltham kicked his crotch from behind. The woman had dropped from the ceiling and caught Korak by surprise. She grabbed Korak’s hair and pulled him as she walked deeper into the room, forcing Korak to crawl in a humiliating fashion until she threw him face-first into the floor.

“Finally got to me, Korak. I had hoped you were foolish enough to follow me!” Lady Waltham taunted. Korak got up quickly and glared at the elder woman. He was pissed off by the cheap shot and the woman dragging him like a pet. But he knew better than to let his emotions get the best of him and rush in.

''What... do you want?'' Korak said.
Lady Waltham still looked incredibly gorgeous for a woman her age. However there was a devious look on her face.
''I changed my mind on ****. I will make your father suffer by taking his son from him.''

Korak settled into a fighting stance, while the elder woman lazily drew her knife and motioned for her opponent to come at her.