The moment I moved, everything changed.
My descent toward the floor became an explosive forward roll. I swept the legs of the gunman nearest to Evelyn, sending him crashing into the coffee table. His weapon discharged harmlessly into the ceiling as he fell.
Before the other two gunmen could react, I was already moving. A precise strike to the second man's wrist sent his gun flying across the room. My elbow connected with his solar plexus, dropping him instantly.
The third gunman managed to raise his weapon, but I was faster. I grabbed a decorative vase from a side table and hurled it at his gun hand. The ceramic shattered on impact, and his shot went wide.
In less than ten seconds, all three armed men were on the ground, groaning in pain.
"Impossible," Clara whispered, her face pale with shock.
I quickly moved to Evelyn, cutting her restraints with a knife I'd taken from one of the fallen men. She rubbed her wrists where the ropes had chafed her skin.
