escape. I am rereading it while blogging. Mark and Theor converse:
"'Could you overcome your guard?'
"'I am hobbled and my hands are bound. He has a pike and dagger.'
"The answer flashed into Theor even as he waited."
-Poul Anderson, Three Worlds To Conquer (London, 1966), Chapter 9, p. 67.
A moment of realization! That is a good start. Then:
Mark and Theor plan;
Theor looks out of the booth;
the guard growls and jabs;
Theor exclaims and points;
the guard looks around;
Theor tosses the communicator disc;
Mark wails through the disc;
the guard leaps;
the disc reflects a lightning flash;
(that thunder storm was more than pathetic fallacy);
the guard jabs at the disc with his pike;
lurching forward, Theor draws the guard's sheathed knife and stabs with it;
the guard dies;
holding the pike between his foreknees, Theor cuts the bonds on his wrists;
with the knife, he cuts the hobbles on his legs;
taking the belt, sheath, knife, pike and communicator, he runs to the beach and takes a boat;
one of the invaders' large, black, long-necked sea beasts pursues him;
end of chapter...
Not bad. Imagine it as the "cliff hanger" ending of a cinema serial installment.