And the battle commences...

“The fucker’s here!” comes Helga’s cry, the armor-clad nun holding her halberd proudly as she darts through the door. Jeanette follows behind, the lumbering orcess holding the dagger that was at Dew’s throat back in town. Dew

You don’t give them time to size you up, lunging forward with a stab of your sword. Helga leaps out of the way, and you have to retreat as Jeanette’s dagger comes perilously close to you.

You face off, stepping back slowly as you try and stop the two of them from flanking you. Jeanette, holding her dagger in front of her, scoots along the wall, but you make a series of probing blows, driving her back.

A flash of steel gives away the halberd as it flies towards your flank, and you just barely parry it in time. Helga stabs forward with it again and again, forcing you to focus your attention on parrying. Jeanette uses the distraction to charge forward, forcing you to retreat in order to avoid a knife in the guts.

The pattern repeats itself half a dozen times, Helga’s halberd acting like a spear as she drives you back. The repetitive clashes of metal against metal carry throughout the room, ringing in your ears. Try as they might, Jeanette and Helga can’t break through your defense.

But there’s only so much space to retreat into. Suddenly, your back hits a wall. Still you fall back, but eventually you end up backed into a corner.

“Nowhere to run, bitch” Helga snarls, sending a vicious swing straight for your neck. You just barely duck under the blow as it slams straight into the wall.

“FUCK!” she screams, and you take advantage of the miss to close the distance between the two of you, swinging your sword at her neck. She manages to position herself so that your blow clangs off her armour, but with you so close she can’t use her halberd to strike back, and she knows it.

You can’t help but let a devilish grin spread across your face. You’re just about to move in to deliver the killing blow, when you realise that you’ve forgotten something in your excitement.

Out of the corner of your eye you spy Jeanette’s dagger heading straight for your skull. You instinctively throw your hands up, waiting for it to plunge into you…

…but it never arrives. Instead, your hands throw Helga's halberd upward, and Jeanette plunges her dagger straight into the staff, snapping it in two!

For a moment everything freezes, but you’re the first to react. Jumping out of the corner, you clock Helga with the hilt of your sword as you pass her by, and the stunned young woman falls to the ground, clutching her head and groaning weakly.

“Enough!” you shout, facing down a Jeanette who’s still staring at the broken pieces of the halberd staff. “I’m not here to **** you two into anything, I’ll just take Dew and be on my way.”

Jeanette doesn’t respond, but she does turn her head to look on Helga’s whimpering form, then over to you. Slowly you see her expression harden, then she begins to shake. Every corner of her body seems to flush red, and she bares her fangs in a snarl.

“_You…you did this…_HYAAAARGH!!!!” Her guttural roar shakes the very foundations of the building, shaking the candles and causing the planks on the roof to buckle. With a single hand, Jeanette rips a beam of wood straight out of the wall, snaps it in two and brandishes the more jagged side as a club. As she advances towards you, you notice that her eyes have turned a pure, blood red.

“Yeah, this is not good” you think to yourself as Jeanette throws the other beam of wood at your head, embedding it in the wall behind you.