[ Yseult reloads as fast as she can and manages to hit one of those last stragglers in the belly, but misses her second shot and it's clear by then she won't have time enough to get a third off and still be on her feet by the time they reach her. She picks up the bow and swings it like a club into the first man's gut, using the butt of it to crack his skull as he hunches over. But it's too awkward and heavy to keep a grip on for long and she drops it for a knife, fighting in close with the remaining two men, using their size and lack of speed against them.
The first goes down after a half-dozen stab wounds, but the last she ends up grappling in the dirt, finally getting her knees around his head, a hand gripped in his hair as she fails to find the necessary leverage to snap his thick neck and instead hangs on as he struggles against a chokehold. ]
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The first goes down after a half-dozen stab wounds, but the last she ends up grappling in the dirt, finally getting her knees around his head, a hand gripped in his hair as she fails to find the necessary leverage to snap his thick neck and instead hangs on as he struggles against a chokehold. ]