Strike down the daemons!

The sight of this bloated fiends having their way with two innocent sisters is more than you can stomach. Your grip tightens on the sword and you let out a furious cry and charge into their midst. Your first swing cleaves the head from a ratch and its foul body falls to the ground before bursting into flame. Its wanking companion has just enough time to let out a started yelp and you run it through. Its body deflates like a rotten melon and sloughs from your holy blade, already smoldering into ash.

"Die! Back to the abyss with all of you!"

The remaining ratches messily separate from the sisters. They yip and growl and wield their claws as you charge at them, catching one with a wide swing and powering your blade through to grievously wound another. The first daemon's corpse collapses, burning to cinders just like the ones before it, but the second clutches desperately at the blade cleaved half-way into its body. To your chagrin, you find the blade stuck fast.

The remaining two ratches take advantage of your momentary vulnerability, and you're **** to drop the holy relic to avoid their claws. You cannot expect Mother Gisella, or anyone else, to rescue you again should the daemon's venom subdue you once more.

The daemons now stand between you and the sword of Saint Magdalena, still embedded in the rapidly desiccating husk of their dying companion. You could fight them hand-to-hand, and probably win, but at what cost? You should be able to maneuver your way back to the sword, but avoiding their claws will take time you might not be able to afford. The open side door of the barn is to your back. You can probably find something usable as a weapon inside, but you can't be sure what else awaits you.