More than one

Marielle quickened her pace. The demon she had just faced was, for lack of a better word, young. Whatever was summoning, binding or building these monsters was just getting started, or at least she hoped. She had to find the source of the demonic energy, and she had to do it as soon as possible. However, now aware that the threat was not some priests fantastical nightmare, she was cautious and aware of potential traps and hiding spots as she moved soundlessly through the passageways. It was this awareness that allowed her to see the creatures in the next room before they saw her.

There were two of them. The first was a large, shambling, humanoid creature. It's flesh necrotic and practically falling off the bone. Next to it was a large arachnid, which seemed to be a pet or task animal for the zombie. It followed him a few paces behind, like a large, disgusting puppy. She could probably sneak past the two of them, but part of her vows were to banish all demonic entities from this plane, so she readied a spear, closed distance, and threw it for the spider. Unfortunately, her spear was always her weakest martial skill, and it clattered next to the spider. She cursed under her breath and charged behind it, hoping to engage the spider before it had a chance to turn.

Fortunately for Marielle, her swordplay had always made up for her spear throws. The spider turned and munched on a blade to the mandibles, the blade run straight through its head. The zombie roared in what might have been otherwise characterized as the pain of a lost pet, and swung for the paladin. She had anticipated this, and dodged the blow, resetting her stance. The creature, blinded by a rage uncharacteristic for undead at the loss of its companion, charged. Marielle was caught off guard, took the blow off balance with her shield, and managed to steer the monster to the side. She arced her sword around, hoping for a free shot at its head as it staggered. She was unsuccessful, and both fell to the ground.

Marielle, encumbered by her armor, was slow to her feet and the zombie, clearly enhanced like the demon before it, was on her as she was up on one knee. A clubbing blow rang against her helm with a **** she had never experienced. If it weren't for her helm, it likely would have crushed her skull. The zombie, still unbalanced, fell atop her. The stench was overwhelming as he breathed on her neck and spoke

"A NEW COCK **** FOR THE MASTER, BUT I'LL HAVE YOU FIRST, HE'LL NEVER KNOW." The breath rattled through the holes in his chest, almost sounding like laughter. She shuddered as she realized she could feel a cock against her thigh. She needed to get out of this situation. Her sword was just beside her, she pawed at it with her fingertips, once, twice. He was pawing at her breasts through her mail now.

FINALLY, she wrapped her hands around the hilt of her sword and blindly drove it for center mass. The zombie groaned in pain as she drove the blade right through where the ribs would have been. As it stood, it felt more like cutting through a bad cut of beef. The **** of her blow, despite being on her back, was enough to get it off of her. She rolled away, to create distance, and rose. Both combatants were now seriously wounded, and so it took both of them time to rise. The zombie, again, struck first, or, at least it tried to, but its wounds were so grievous that it struggled to raise its arms and simply flopped into her, allowing her to drive her blade into its skull.

"Hope it was all you dreamt of, you despicable creature," she spat at it as she pushed it back and let it crash to the ground. Not long after, she fell beside it, weakened by the battle, and lost consciousness.