Vs. Demon

The warrior’s sword was as swift as Grimalkin’s blades, and they exchanged savage blows, but she was in too close for him to wield the orb. It hung uselessly on its chain while she used two blades against his one. For a while she seemed to have the upper hand and pressed him hard.

Then it was the warrior’s turn to gain the ascendancy. The witch assassin had no armour, and now, in retreat, that drawback became apparent. Twice he directed kicks at her body, the spike threatening to disembowel her, but she spun like a wheel, with great economy of movement, staying too close for him to use the chain and orb. Again and again her blades struck her opponent’s body with metallic clangs, but were deflected by the armour that encased it. It seemed impossible that she could survive, let alone win. What chance had she against such a heavily protected foe? Her legs and arms were naked; her flesh vulnerable.

B6 C15