6 Two of the attackers drew off Morn and one of
his Guards while the other three attacked the other Guard. These men
had been well trained, but Morn and his Guards were professionals.
7 For several minutes they held off their assailants but the attacker's
superior numbers finally took their toll. The Guard that was
outnumbered drove his dagger into one of the attacker's throats, but at
the same moment one of the attackers drove his weapon into the Guard's
heart, as the Guard slashed his face. Even in death the Guard's last
effort was to protect Morn. He threw himself on the man attacking Morn,
hugging him in a death grip.
8 This was all the opportunity Morn needed. The palm of his empty hand
came up under the man's chin with a driving blow. The man's head
snapped back with a loud crack, and both he and the Guard fell to the
floor, dead.
9 The man with the slashed face tried to get around behind Morn, but in
doing so he placed himself in a bad position. Morn's elbow came up,
catching him in the throat, driving him against the wall. Morn could
feel the man's voice box crush under his blow and knew he would no
longer be any problem.
10 Now the odds were even...two to two. Morn and his Guard backed down
the corridor to give them more room to maneuver. The remaining two
attackers showed just as much determination as ever. Their fallen
comrades didn't seem to worry them. For several minutes more they
struggled, then one of the attackers got by the remaining Guard's block
and drove his weapon deep in the man's side.
11 Morn flipped his weapon in his hand, swung it sideways, and drove it
into the side of the attacker's head, right through his ear. The man
simply folded up, letting go of the knife still sticking in the Guard.
Both of them sank to the floor, but while it was still in reach Morn
whisked the Guard's dagger from his hand.