The three guards converged on me in perfect synchronization, a well-rehearsed attack pattern that might have troubled an ordinary opponent. Unfortunately for them, I was anything but ordinary.
I pivoted slightly, my movements economical as I caught the first attacker's wrist. A simple twist—just enough pressure applied to the right point—and I felt bones grind beneath my grip. He screamed, dropping to his knees.
The second guard swung a heavy fist toward my temple. I ducked under it effortlessly, my free hand driving into his solar plexus. The impact lifted him off his feet before he crumpled to the floor, gasping for breath that wouldn't come.
The third man hesitated, eyes widening as he processed how quickly his companions had fallen. His moment of indecision cost him. I stepped forward and swept his legs from under him, sending him crashing onto the marble floor with enough force to knock him unconscious.
