The courtyard erupted into chaos as the three duels commenced simultaneously.
Gulag closed the distance to her opponent first. The axe-wielding brute swung his twin blades in a vicious cross-chop, aiming directly for her neck. Gulag didn't bother attempting to dodge. She thrust her iron mace upward, catching both descending axes on the thick metal haft.
The sheer kinetic impact buckled the lieutenant's knees, momentarily locking his arms in place.
Before the brute could disengage, Gulag dropped her shoulder and rammed directly into his chest. The force of the tackle shattered his ribs and sent him stumbling backward. As he gasped for air and tried to raise his weapons again, she stepped forward and brought her mace down in a devastating overhead arc.
The weapon crushed through his raised guard and slammed into his helm. The stone paving beneath his boots cratered, and the lieutenant collapsed in a lifeless heap.
"I win," Gulag announced brightly.
