When Leia grabbed the knife, Leela's eyes flew wide. It had been a present from Romana from Christmas, and she'd treasured it, but ever since Romana's death she'd held it closer. Needless to say that seeing the blade in someone else's hand was enraging, but Leela wasn't in a position to attack. Once again, she clamped her free hand over her own wound, trying to slow the blood flow. She'd need to tend to the wound quickly, before she lost too much blood. Luckily she was an expert at dressing wounds. Though pulling out bullets wasn't her strong point.
The intimidation factor was clear, and it stated that the fight had, in fact, come to an end. Leela had failed, and there was only way out for her now. She must die. Looking up at Leia with her big blue eyes, Leela admitted defeat. "Then take my life, end it here. Give me the death of an honorable warrior." She'd asked for death only once before, when she'd gone blind witnessing the Ruton ship blowing up. She'd given her knife to the Doctor and asked him to slay her, for a warrior could not live and be handicapped in such a fashion. Obviously, he hadn't followed through on her request, the blindness had only been temporary. And it had changed the color of her eyes from brown to blue. Other than the eye color, she'd had no lasting effects. But this was different. This was a fight to the death, or at least that's how she perceived it.