[@AllHollowsEve][@Ciaran]

[i]Lilly's thought that Kull was an idiot was liable to be her last. He could squat much more than he could bench, as can most strongmen, and as can be seen in olympic wresting just pulling down on someone is rarely enough to take them to the ground very quickly. It's why such martial arts as Sambo and shoot wrestling exist. He'd let his rear leg slide back an extra foot to widen his stance, allowing his lower center of gravity and superior balance keep him on his feet.

As Lilly's helmet crashed against Kull's (he'd keep his head partially turned to maintain a line of sight with Dame), eliciting a heated snarl from him, she'd likely feel a sudden lance of hot pain in her neck, followed by a spreading coldness as black fuzz began dominating her vision, thought fleeing as her blood pressure steeply dropped. Having not the time to swing his axe down, it had still been raised near his right shoulder, so abandoning his previous attack pattern Kull opted to instead plunge the headspike of his weapon into her throat as she fell upon him with her counter attack, tearing open her throat through the gap in her open helm whilst her face was too close to his to see the danger from below, hence preventing her from trying to turn her head and bare the armored flanks of her helm into the way. As she was using both arms to grab Kull, they'd be of little use in saving her life as well.

Hypovolemic shock would be almost immediate, the sudden lack of oxygenated blood in her brain resulting in rapid loss of motor control, killing her strength.

Were this the case, Kull would, in a manner most timely, twist towards the Dame with a shove of his axe, letting the headspike schuck out of Lilly's neck as he directed her imminent fall into the path of his next foe, that the dying Amazon would tumble into the Dame if she got too close.[/i]