She folded herself into a ball and rolled to one side as the Demon lunged for her. Its clawed hands barely missed her face. She felt the intense heat from its body as it plunged past her. Its stench was overpowering. Her stomach spasmed. She tasted bile, but fought to keep herself under control. Instantly, she was on her feet again, her sword grasped securely as she faced the creature. It lashed out towards her with a frenzy. She countered its attack with the sword. The upper floor of the tower was showered in blue sparks every time the Demon’s claws grazed the spellbound metal. Again, it came at her, lunging lower this time, compensating for her diminutive stature. She struck out and down, feeling a sickening thump as metal met flesh. The Demon screamed a terrifying, earsplitting shriek. It wrenched itself away, leaving a large clump of matted flesh dangling from the tip of her sword. She shook it free, disgust evident on her face. But its wound was simply an irritation that healed before her eyes.
