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Tall and bulky as she was, Lace had some agility to her...had to when living in the gutter streets of Nexus and a group of men thought you an easy target. But her agility only went so far. She relied mostly on her upper-body strength--her huge hands with their crushing grip--not the quickness of her feet and her arms often swung around slowly in comparison to those who were smaller and lithe of frame in comparison. Which is to say, with the blade extended, swung away from her in some hope to smite her opponent, she had left a considerable portion of her body open.
The breath in Lace's lungs erupted in a gust from the female's mouth as the mace's staff was forced against her ribcage and she fell down to the ground gasping for breath, the shortsword tumbling from her grip. Rhargn had no need to disarm her himself. As he launched himself at her, no weapon in his hand, Lace reached out to defend herself, her large hands grasping him about the neck, his own hands closing around her arms as he attempted to wrap himself around her
The grin she gave him was largely toothless, a testament to the brawls she had been in, and she put her weight into her arms, twisting to roll him onto his back and pin him down by his throat.
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