Fight!

Carmen moved to the corner of the corridor and waited with her blade ready. You looked at yours. It was slightly curved sword, reminding you of those used in movies about crusades and fighting with Muslims. They used something similar. Of course you didn't have the time to ponder about historical accuracy, since the first feet showed itself from around the corridor.

Carmen waited with her breath held, and just when demons helmet showed itself, she striked diagonally, precisely into the space between the helmet and the armour. Blood from the shredded artery sprayed the wall, and she instantly moved on to the second guard who parried her blade and moved on into riposte.

"Alarm!" One of them shouted, and you knew you were screwed.

The two guards that you couldn't move around before ran at you with haste, one of them hitting the bell on the way.

You held a sword in an awkward position, fearing for your life when both of them approached you. You could hear the sounds of fight from behind you, so you couldn't call Chimera for help. So you did the least expected by your enemy thing.

You attacked.

Your blade sliced the air just mere inches away from the helmet of unprepared demon who jumped back immediately. The other one instantly moved in, hitting the side of your weapon and going in to strike your chest. Your reflexes from hand to hand combat kicked in, and you dived to the right as the demons blade cut the air, and you attacked on your own, aiming low, into joints between leg and crotch. You felt resistance and then your sword was free, just tiny bit dirtier with demons blood.

But you didn't have time to celebrate.

The first guard that attacked you was already on you, attacking with careful, but fast slices, trying to breach your defense. He didn't give you any quarter, you could barely parry his hits as he stormed at you with everything he had. You were shocked that you were still in one piece, but you knew that it was a losing battle. Only reason you weren't dead yet was his armour, limiting his movements and making them somewhat predictible. You were stepping back, and thought to use it to your advantage, picking a direction to retreat.

As he was going for more and more strikes, you positioned him and yourself the way you wanted and with next strike he had to go over the body of his fallen comrade, which gave you an opening. You kicked hard directly in his exposed knee, hearing a crunch, and knocking him down.

You jumped on him right away, tore open his helmet and saw an ugly, red face. You stopped him from picking up his sword and locked him in place, before moving on to deal final hit, but he opened his mouth and a red flame started to pour out from it and right into you.

"Watch out!" Carmen screamed, while parrying a strike.

You covered your face, knowing that it's not going to save you from the burns, and...