Mergoux snarled as the one-eyed man and the child skittered towards her, brain already working on how to dismember them without her largest sword. Her solution presented itself as the Knight embedded his axe in the fat woman's face, the child skittering towards him instead with a howl of rage. Presented with only one foe, the fight would be relatively simple.

Mergoux took two steps forwards to meet the one-eyed man's charge, and as she did so she swung her right hand, knuckle dagger gripped tightly, towards the man's face. The full force of her body and it's movement was built up behind the punch, and the semi-rotted flesh didn't offer hardly enough resistance to the powerful woman's blow. The man's nose caved in and he was sent to the floor, dropped instantly by the power of the punch. 

Before he could get to his feet, Mergoux had jumped into the air and brought her entire body weight, combined with a double-kick to his chest. The horrific sound of splintering bone and rending flesh filled the air as he howled through crushed lungs, the woman's boots embedded in his chest. Mergoux knew this wouldn't kill him of course, but it would give her time enough to do what she needed. Half-submerged in filthy water, the man was virtually helpless as her long daggers flashed out, each slashing twice at the arms and then together at where the neck met shoulder. The head was held on by a scrap of flesh, and with another jump-stomp, both arms were torn away, most of the flesh rent by her blade, and the bones snapped by her heavy boots. 

Now convinced her foe was mostly harmless, she proceeded to make sure he was utterly destroyed, yet another double stomp smashing his pelvis and rendering him totally immobile. Pain or not, you physically couldn't walk or move with your pelvis in a dozen pieces. 

Turning her eye to the knight, she saw he needed help, and so she moved to do just that. His axe was laying in a puddle, having chipped away a portion of the one-eyed man's scalp, and as she advanced on the two undead, she picked it up, holding it a little awkwardly in one hand. [color=green]Catch![/color] she called out to him, even as she moved to the fat woman. Her tactic from before wouldn't work here, but this one was fat, meaning she'd be slower. Mergoux began dancing around her, blocking or avoiding the woman's strikes, while beginning to chip away at the blubbery arms, hacking here, slashing there, aiming to declaw her before she could hurt anyone else.

The Knight could deal with the boy, or else he was no knight at all, for now all she could do was keep the bitch busy while he put down the freakish child.