You barely manage a win.

Your first few swings **** the demon to fall back, and the cocky grin on his face disappears into a look of annoyance. Unfortunately, with his perfect muscular body, Amanda's transformed father is in incredible physical condition and without the advantage of the element of surprise you're unable to land a hit on him. After you miss with your fourth swing, before you can recover the demon surges forward and punches you hard in the chest, knocking the wind out of you and sending you flying backwards, crashing to the floor.

The incubus strides over and towers over you, his obscene heavy cock dangling above you. The beast steps on your chest with one foot, pressing down hard. You feel your rib cage close to breaking.

"Nice try, prick. But you're way out of your league," the demon gloats as he crushes your chest.

Before the demon can finish you, Amanda rushes out of the antique store, brandishing the crucifix in front of her. Upon being confronted by the holy symbol, the demon growls and is **** back, holding his arms out in front of him attempting to ward off the sight of the crucifix.

Taking advantage of the demon's distraction, you grab the sword and swing it at him. You're unable to aim a proper strike from your position sprawled out on the floor, but nonetheless manage to land a blow across the incubus' torso. The demon howls in pain and anger as your blade slashes across his bulging six pack abs, drawing blackish-red blood. To your surprise, the demon's wound begins to smoke.

With a final roar of rage at you and his daughters, the demon flares out his leathery bat wings and takes off, retreating through the air deeper into the mall, scattering fleeing mall patrons in his wake.

Using the sword to brace yourself, you manage to pull yourself to your feet. Smoke rises from the part of the sword's blade where the demon's black blood has fallen onto it. Looking closely, you realize the blade seems to be plated in silver, which is oxidizing rapidly where the demon's blood is touching it. Amanda and Megan run over to check if you're alright.

You give Amanda a grateful smile. "Thanks," you tell her, "I'd be a smear on the floor if it wasn't for you."

Amanda smiles back at you, though the tiredness in her eyes shows she's still disturbed at being confronted by the sight of the creature that her father has become. Megan, for her part, still seems to be processing what's going on, shaking her head in disbelief.

You know the incubus has only been temporarily deterred; he'll likely either come back soon for another chance at claiming his daughters, or start creating more demons elsewhere in the mall. In either case, you don't have much time to plan your next move.