The dungeon corridor was a whirlwind of violence.
The prison guards, elite and disciplined, were completely overwhelmed.
They were trained to subdue individual prisoners, to control riots with superior numbers and non-lethal force.
They were not prepared to fight a dozen battle-hardened warriors who had been caged for years, their fury simmering just below the surface.
The massive, bearded prisoner, who called himself "Grak," fought like a cornered bear. He grabbed one guard by the head and slammed him into a wall with a sickening crunch. He picked up another and used him as a club to beat his comrades.
The lithe, deadly woman, whose name was Veyla, moved like a blur. Her hands were a whirlwind of strikes, disabling guards with precise, vicious attacks to their joints and throats.
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