He turned a little, and landed a solid left to my temple which filled the room with bursting stars. I shook my head to clear it and fended off another blow with my arm.
His guard was down, and I saw my chance. My left drove into the pit of his stomach, and he doubled up, all the breath knocked out of him.
Then my right fist came up from somewhere around my knees and slammed into his jaw. The hard uppercut lifted him off his feet and slammed him back against the invisible wall.
He slumped to the floor, unconscious.
Good old one-two, I thought as I rubbed my knuckles.
The guards on the other side of the wall had finally managed to hold down Holdreth Khain. Ned Dearborn burst through the door behind me.
"You okay, Chief?"
"I'm all right," I told him, "but I think we have a couple of dying Damakoi on our hands."
Ned walked over and looked at the Damakoi I had just slugged. "How did they figure they'd get away with it?" he asked.