No

As you run, a tingle runs through you. Everything slows around you as you turn just a bit faster than world around you. You can see the spear heading towards you, the same kind that you saw impaled into the War Mother. You feel scared of it yet without acting, you body moves. The arm wielding the Sword of Saint Magdalena moves in a simple arc, allowing the blade to merely tap the spear created from the shade of Thoros. The moment the sword touches the spear, the blade erupts with a soft golden light that causes the daemon weapon to break into a dark mist that burns away quickly.

You are stunned. As is Gabrielle. As is the daemons.

Thoros is the first to react, any trace of his relaxed and confident attitude gone as he shouts at his pets, "GET HER!" They are quick to respond, drawing daemon blades and more of those spears of darkness and make to chase you. But for once, you are thankful for your fallen sisters. They all seem far too obsessed with being ravaged by the creatures that they actually hinder the monstrosities ability to get up. It forces them to throw an unavoidable barrage of spears at your still stunned selves. Again, your arm moves without acting, tapping the lead spear and somehow dissolving every spear at once.

That finally knocks you out of your stupor as you turn and give Gabrielle a small shove to get her to move again. You both bolt back towards the library and the stables just as Thoros' voice bellows throughout the abbey.

"BRING ME THE MORTAL WITH THE BITCHES' BLADE!"

It is almost like a dance as you both weave your way around the responding beasts. Gabrielle's plate deters even the most determined grasp, while the world repeatedly slows around you to give you just enough time to barely twist away from unholy captors. You are not completely untouched, as two lucky things manages to pull from you your torn robes as well as your undergarments. Although you are now as you were the day you were born save the boots on your feet and the blade in your hand, you do not allow this to stop you.

You both quickly pass through the library and the stable door, pausing just briefly enough to remove the heads of the two monsters you saw earlier tormenting your sisters. You know not what that means for them, but you cannot wait to find out.

In the stable, you find not one but three horrid sights. Most of the stabled animals have been slaughtered, only blood and the odd piece of bone remaining. Though thankfully, the War Mother's white charger, Aegis, still breathes life. Blocking any chance of escape through the main entrance is a massive daemon in the shape of a leech, busying itself by slowly devouring one of the horse-tenders. To make things even worse, you and Gabrielle are also witness to a small pack of ratches violating two other women that you identify as the stable mistress Penelope and the other horse-tender, Yves.

You act without thinking, whatever strange happening you now have continuing strong as you charge the violators. You quickly dispatch of the ratches with ease before you attack the leech daemon, finding yourself thankful for this ability as you barely avoid the 20 foot long daemon's many body tendrils with it. The knowledge that you would become the leech's next victim without it dawns on you as you sink the Sword of Saint Magdalena into the soft flesh and cut deeply. The monster bursts into ash and dust while its meal, whom you realize must be Vala, hangs in the air for a small moment before she falls to the ground with a muffled thump.

With your sisters safe for the moment, you turn back to Gabrielle. She looks at you in shock, her hands folded as if in mid-prayer as she stands by the door you both came through. Her distraction is enough for one of the pursuing creatures to **** the door open enough to send through several barb-tipped tendrils, which immediately try to poison her with their foul venom. Most collide uselessly against her blessed platemail, but one does pass dangerously close to her unprotected face. That angers you, and you rush to the door. The **** of you slamming into the door is strong, but it is you driving the Sword of Saint Magdalena through it that truly shuts the door. The muffled pop of a dead daemon is simply the sweet berry.

You withdraw the blade in time for Gabrielle to finish her prayer, and watch as divine symbols spread across the door's surface. Now, no monstrosity can cross this way. A glance at your fellow sisters is enough to know that the prayer has also cleansed their minds of that foul **** lust.

You are safe, for the moment at least.