He cannot.

Rezma laughed openly at Rorg's threat, strolling out from beneath the shop awning to face the three youths down in the street. The mistress looked relaxed and confident, the bronze club held low and swinging loosely.

"Not a threat I will respond in kind to." The Shemite said dismissively. "When I drop you three face down in the dirt I will not be fucking you."

"Get her Jory, I'll flank the whore." Rorg urged the uninjured youth forward as he attempted to circle Rezma.

Jory was the largest of the youth, he rushed at Rezma without even drawing a weapon and threw his arms wide to grasp her in a bearhug. The harem mistress waited until the last moment before spinning to the side opposite that which Rorg had circled. Jory barely missed Rezma with a grasping hand as his momentum carried him past her.

Rezma spun and swung the cosh and there was a dull impact as she caught Jory hard just behind his ear. He made another couple of faltering steps before his legs crumpled beneath him and he pitched face down in the sandy street. His arms weakly tried to raise himself once without success and then his body fell limp.

Rorg stared open mouthed and then steeled himself with a look of determination. He drew the short sword at his belt and crouched into a fighters stance. The Akkadian saw the youth had clearly had a little training by the way he moved and watched his foe. A warrior had taught him this much at least, likely a grandfather or elderly uncle if the old fashioned iron sword was from the same source. He summoned his courage and then sprang towards Rezma with his short sword swinging. The Shemite matched the flurry of feints, stabs and slashes with parries from the metal truncheon she wielded. Rorg showed surprising skill and dexterity in his attack, but the mercenary had more experience and training and was carefully sapping Rorg's energy while conserving her own.

"Fucking bitch. You do nothing but defend." Rorg swore in frustration as Rezma's defensive style offered him no opening to strike home.

The harem mistress waited until Rorg had fully winded himself with his unsuccessful attacks before countering. As Rorg swung again with his short sword instead of parrying Rezma turned her body to avoid the blow and brought the bronze club down hard upon the knuckles gripping the hilt. Rorg yelped in pain and the weapon fell from his hand, balling his other hand into a fist he threw a wild punch at Rezma. Rezma did not even attempt to dodge, the fist aimed at her ribs struck the gleaming bronze breastplate and Rorg cried out in pain once more. Both hands were now injured and he backed away from Rezma whining with his hurting hands thrust beneath his armpits. Rezma swiftly followed Rorg and he backed up until he was stopped by the wall on the opposite side of the street. Rezma calmly closed with him and while Rorg looked her cosh she headbutted the youth. Rorg's nose broke with a loud crack and blood blossomed, his eyes grew unfocussed and he slumped back against the wall and slowly slid down to the ground.

Rezma watched Rorg sink **** to the ground with hands on hips. Behind her Trant had at least partially recovered from her blow to his kidney. He pulled his sword silently from it's scabbard and keeping low approached the mistress with her back turned to him. The Akkadian instinctively knew that Trant would reach her before she turned about.

"Rezma! Behind." The Akkadian screamed in warning.

Rezma reacted at once and threw herself to one side. Trant coming at her back with short sword thrust forward missed his target by only a handbreadth. The Shemite kicked out her sandalled foot and caught Trant on the side of his knee. He stumbled and pitched forward, slamming his head against the mudbrick wall above the **** body of Rorg. Rezma's sharp blow to the back of Trant's head ended the fight as the last youth crumpled on top of his leader Rorg. The Shemite slowly turned to regard the Akkadian curiously.