Akkey's Skermish

#REDIRECT Akkey's Skirmish- Original thread lost. Section below posted from the fanficton - 
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Stonegit: Akkey finally reached the entrance to the prison cells and was about to storm through when a rough hand grabbed her by the shoulder and faced her about. Three guards towered over her, their weapons at the ready, “Sorry, Chie--Miss Akkey, you can’t go down there. Stonegit’s orders.”
Akkey: She crossed her arms, exasperated. “Why is it that you’re so loyal to Stonegit? You’ve seen what he’s become, you know of his plans…why?”
Stonegit: "He gave us a chance," one of them replied simply.
Akkey: A chance…that’s what everyone wants these days, she thought to herself. “Haddock gave you a chance, too. I’ve never seen this kind of loyalty and vigilance when he was alive.”
They didn’t respond, instead they crossed their weapons, blocking the entrance to the dungeon. She sighed. “Tell me what he plans, then.”
Stonegit: "We don’t know, Miss Akkey."
"We’ll all see in two days."
Akkey: She sighed again. She was tired of the riddles and the secrets. It’s like her Father all over again. She didn’t have time for this.
"I’ll find out for myself right now." A foot shot out underneath one of the guards, tripping him. The other two thrust their spears out to drive her away.. It was clear neither party intended to kill the other, but it was also clear that the general guard of the rebellion had a long way to go skill wise, as one of them recklessly sliced her right shoulder. 
Great, another scar. Akkey caught the spear shaft and heaved, flipping a guard on to his back. Two down. She turned, unsheathing her sword, when the first guard lunged himself at her legs, knocking her over.
Now it became clear how much Stonegit’s training had improved the same guard. Their reactions and recoveries were much quicker. For what they lacked in high individual skill, they were clearly making up for it with teamwork. Her weapon slid towards the entrance of the dungeons and down the stairs, slipping from sight. Dammit. She rolled on to her back, twisting herself out of the guard’s grip, kicking him in the face. She stood, swiping for his sword.
Stonegit: The man caught her wrists but gave a choked grunt when Akkey’s foot struck him between the legs and then twisted him off to the side, using his closely set wrists against him. Just for good measure, her foot swung out again in a graceful spin, to not so gracefully clobber the side of his head. The blow left the man reeling on the floor, and looking around in a daze to try and put his wits back in order. The sword escaped his scabbard and Akkey whirled to face the first two guards again, one of them treating a bloodied nose.
The men yelled in determination and moved in with their spears as Akkey moved in with her newly acquired blade. The weapons struck against one another and Akkey suddenly felt a sense of unease. The intensity of the skirmish was increasing. She had fought multiple opponents before, just as the guard was often forced to work together to take out one unruly opponent. But she could feel the uncertainty growing between them. They knew she was chief, but she knew she was outnumbered.
Akkey: The three of them stopped, panting hard as they kept their weapons raised. Akkey sidestepped and the guards flinched to cover the door. She shifted again and one of them took a step forward, but Akkey’s wrist quickly brought up the tip of the blade towards his neck caused him to stagger back. Her eyes narrowed, and it was then that she saw how one of them was holding in his elbow close to his side, where blood seeped from an injury she had given him in the fight. She took note of the bloodied nose , and her own cut as well. Not to mention the now somewhat ill man on the floor. Everyone was bleeding...if this fight was pushed further, somebody was going to die.
Akkey flip the sword so the side of the blade lay flat in her hand, and tossed it up towards her opponents. In noteworthy credit to their training, the men sidestepped, briefly covered the opening they had created in their action, and then closed the gap again as the sword clattered to the ground. By the time their spears had returned to a defensive position, Akkey had given herself some distance, and stared the men down. They met her gaze evenly, and then one with the bloody nose backed down the stairs, returning later with her sword, which he slid across the floor to her. 
She used her foot to flip the blade into her hand, and then backed away down the hall without another word. Things would have to be a draw for now. There would be other ways she could get what she needed done.