The Librarian

A minute later the yard was ours again. This battle was the shortest of all. A small Yakut with a broad, flattened nose deftly dodged Dzyuba’s hammer pick, dived under Garshenin’s scythe and caught Ievlev’s leg a glancing blow with his pike, but couldn’t avoid the hammer and died without a sound, as if he didn’t even feel his death. Vyrin’s entrenching tool turned a deadly somersault as it flew through the air, burying itself deep in the face of the third guard with a crunch, and blood spurted out of the man’s dissected eye. The fourth guard tried to escape by squeezing between the bus and the stockade, but got stuck and was mercilessly dispatched by Anna.