She comes across a victim of the demons

Again, she could hear the monsters before she ever saw them. It almost sounded like they were..... making merry? There was laughter, growling, and squeals. She tried to close in.

There were two monsters in this room. One had the appearance of a fish with legs. It was drinking something out of a tankard, tapping a blade against its knee, humming an infernal tune to itself. It's companion was horrific, like a dog, if a dog had been designed for ****. More teeth than anything else, it jumped around snapping its jaws, apparently waiting for permission before it fed. Marielle tried to reposition herself to see what it was snapping at.

There was a human woman, with flaming red hair and green eyes and she was... dancing? Anytime she looked hesitant about her 'routine', the demon dog snapped at her. Bastards, they were forcing her to entertain them! Her hands moved to the ties of her leather armor, and pulled it over her head, revealing her ample bosom. She went to cover herself, but the demon dog shut that down quickly with a snap of its ample teeth. Fish man gestured to her legs. She got the message and moved her hands to her breeches, and in one fluid motion she was naked before the demons. Fish man moved to stroke under his clothes and Marielle decided she'd seen enough. She began to close in, hoping to catch the monsters unawares.

Unfortunately, the fish man caught her out of the corner of his wall-eyes. He turned to her, and spoke, his voice almost sounding like the gargling of a stream, "WE'VE HAD OUR APPETIZER, NOW COME TO US DEARIE, TAKE THAT ARMOR OFF, AND BECOME THE MAIN COURSE!" He staggered towards her, clearly under the influence of whatever he was drinking.

The redhead saw her opportunity, and threw her naked body into the fish man. Already staggering, she knocked him to the ground, and picked up the gleaming blade he had been holding. Marielle gave her a nod of thanks, then turned to the dog. She wanted nothing to do with those teeth, so she grabbed her spear and tossed it at the dog and missed. Again. Despite her religious upbringing, Marielle found herself cursing her bad luck.

The dog, having waited for an opportunity to take a bite out of the redhead long enough, lunged for her. He found her leg and clamped down. She screamed as blood flowed from the wound. The fish man struggled to get to his feet as the redhead kicked the dog off her now wounded leg. Marielle closed the distance and struck at the beast with her sword, recognizing it as the most immediate threat. She slashed at its head, dealing it a heavy blow, but still it stood on its feet. Singular in its purpose, it brought itself on the redhead again, knocking her to the floor. She lost consciousness as she hit the stone.

The fish man, now on his feet, produced a net from its tunic and advanced towards Marielle. Trying to steady himself, he tossed the net wide of the paladin. Marielle struck the dog again, trying desperately to save the redhead from its practically grinning maw, but only succeeded at grabbing its attention. It lashed out at her, backing her off momentarily. The fish man tried to swing at her again with her once thrown spear, but in another scenario it would have been almost comical to watch him stumble and miss again and again. She continued to engage with the dog, trying to find a way around his massive mouth. She tried to stab through it, but it did not seem to crumble at the pain.

Distracted by the terrifying creature, she forgot about the fish man. She was reminded by his presence as suddenly his net came crashing down around her. She became quickly tangled in its folds, but did not allow herself to become overcome by fear. She quickly cut herself out of the bonds. Now enraged, she drove her sword one more time into the dog. It whimpered and slowed, then finally stopped moving. She turned wildly to face the fish-man and dodged his spear blow. She struck back with her sword. He took the blow off of his shield, and then to her surprise the sword stuck there. It was then that she noticed the slime on his shield and his knowing fishy grin. She quickly disengaged and ran for her spear, dodging several drunken spear blows in the process. She grasped it, turned and thrusted, finding space between the shield and his tunic. He burbled in pain and replied with a strike of his own, striking her in the shield arm. The pain was immense. He struck again, pinning her to the ground. She could not rise to meet him.

She was at his mercy.