TA3-3-3

You get your warhammer and raise it over your head. Your opponents look up and see their death approaching. They close their eyes. Your mighty swing blasts through one and into the other, leaving them both dead. The urchins have long since departed. You continue along your way to the Dancing Donkey and stop in front of the door, admiring the peculiar artwork of a donkey trying to do the waltz.

Enter.