In the low light of the room the the flash of daggers were caught by sharp eyes and Imenry shifted the sword in her hands to block the strike towards her midsection. She shoved backwards with blade and foot and dropped low to avoid another swing from the axe-wielder. He was slower than his friend, so she gave him only a bit of her attention, hoping to take out the duel-wielder first.
The tang of magic was thick in the air, the metallic scent of blood; both that of the mage and the ranger. She turned, forcing the swordsman to turn with her, his feet coming in contact with the slipper puddle of blood. She grunted as the axe wielder crashed the handle of his weapon against her side and winced, sparing him a glance as he hefted the blade for another strike.
The duel wielder was finding it hard to keep purchase on the slippery ground as he struggled against her, blade pressed to blade. She ducked another swing from the axe, leaning in towards the swordsman to throw him off balance. His feet slid in the slippery fluid and he dropped hard to his back. Imenry took that opportunity to whirl on the axe-wielder, as he brought his weapon in another wide swing towards her. His blade crashed against her sword and she let it slide away, the force propelling him forward. She raised the claymore again and brought it down, a clean cut through the neck. His head fell to the ground first, followed by the heavy mass of his body.
Breathing heavily Imenry turned towards the swordsman, who was trying to scramble to his feet. He kicked at her as she approached, his bloodied feet striking out. One hit a glancing blow against her leg that would bruise but she didn't falter. Panicked he reached for the dagger in his boot. Her eyes flickered down and she smiled, before thrusting her claymore down, through his breastbone in one powerful move that sent bone crushing and cracking, blood spurting from his gasping mouth and flowing from his chest. With a grunt she pulled the weapon free and turned slowly.