Charge

Rage seethed inside Katarina and any sort of caution left her. She was vaguely aware of some music coming from behind her. The tune was calming, a slow steady beat, but it wasn't enough to give her pause.

Sprinting forward, spear gripped in both hands, she charged forwards.

The distance wasn't far inside the small room so she was within range in a few steps. She raised the spear and went to drive it home into the demon's heart.

In a flash, the demon had somehow ducked down, grabbed Katarina's mother by the shoulders and hauled her at Katarina.

There was little time and little space for Katarina to do anything but turn her spear away from her mother. The two crashed into each other and fell down onto the wooden floor in a heap. Dazed, Katarina tried to get up quickly, struggling to role away from her mother and face the demon. But before she knew it the spear was wrenched out of her hands and she looked up.

The demon was standing above her, holding the spear in both of its hands. He brought his knee up and snapped it like a twig, throwing the two halves behind him casually. The sound of the spear snapping and clattering to the ground brought some sense back into her. Unfortunately, she was flat on her back and there was nothing she could do at the moment.

She rolled to the side, still trying to get free and find some space so she could draw her hunting knife. Mid roll, she felt a something hit her in the stomach and she gasped. Winded she lay there for a second, wheezing and gasping.

"Hmm, you're a pretty one. Stay down for a second. There seems to be a walking corpse at the door playing some pesky music." The demon's heavy footfalls faded away as he stepped away.

Katarina decided that she would take this small chance to get up. She managed to roll onto her stomach and her palms pressed against the cold floor as she tried to lift herself up off the floor. Her arms folded under her, still too weak to do anything. There was a thump, and the sound of a body hitting the floor, followed by a loud clang. It seems that despite being a famous hero the bard did not have much in the way of one on one combat.

When she finally managed to stand and wiggle her belt knife free, she held it in front of her with both hands. She saw Eobard lying on the floor, there was blood trickling down from his fading hairline and it seemed he was out cold. The demon was still facing away from her and she took the opportunity to lunge towards him, knife pointing at the back his neck.

Just as the blade was about to sink home the demon blurred, reappearing to the side and facing her with a grin. He grabbed her outstretched wrist, twisting and pulling in the same motion. The pain in her wrist caused her to drop the knife while she was pulled forward towards him. His other arm came around her, hugging her close and pinning to him. She felt him grab her ass roughly and she looked up him, struggling to break free. He held on tightly though, and she could feel his cock rubbing against her stomach. She could feel the heat coming from it.

"Oh my, a fiery one. Not my usual taste. No matter you'll be a docile little pet shortly," he said, even as he squeezed her ass more. "That's a pretty damn nice ass you have there. Take after your mother I think."

"You're tall for an imp. I've already killed the rest of you. Whats one more," she thrust her knee into the demon's groin with a satisfying crunch. She felt his grip on her loosen and she stepped back smoothly. Something blurred on the edge of her vision though and before she knew it she was on the ground. Her ears were ringing from the impact of the imp's blow and her face burned in pain. Katarina looked up at the imp who was advancing towards her.

"Me!? An imp?" he roared with laughter. "What gave you that idea? I'm at least...one...two... TWO ranks higher than those little bastards."

That little bastard lied to me! Perhaps I could run away, but he's between me and the door.

The demon strutted towards her, tail looming ominously above his head, poised to strike.