Escapes

Katarina wanted to stay in the barrel forever. Her eyes closed as she relaxed in the cool water. What was that shuffling noise she heard before though...

Her eyes shot open as she realised that it could only have been the imp. He was off balance, stumbling to one side. Even as it struggled to make its way towards her. Its hard cock was still jutting out from between its legs.

"Oh crap!" She cursed and tried to jump out barrel. Unfortunately it was small space, and her arms were stuck between her body and the sides of the barrel. She twisted, trying to get her arms free. Meanwhile the imp had picked up her discarded hammer.

Katarina's eyes widened. Panicking, She used all her strength and slammed her shoulder against the side of her unfortunate prison. She kicked with her feet at the exact moment the barrel touched the ground. It shot out from underneath her just as a torrent of water gushed out, taking her with it.

She brought her hand up to rub the water out of her eyes. Just in time to see the imp raise the hammer, standing just above her. She rolled, narrowly avoiding the blow that landed where she was moments ago.

"Damnit whore, stay still!" Imp shouted angry. The imp must have been off balance due to missing his its intended target and was slow to recover still staggering.

Katarina's hands closed around a heavy object as she scrambled around to find something to defend herself with. It was the pliers she had been using earlier. She hurled it at the imp, the tool hurtling through the air, spinning at a great speed. By some great luck or perhaps unknown skill. It struck the imp in the forehead, heavy metal part first. The imp was knocked to the ground as it dropped the hammer.

Katarina was not going to be surprised again. She immediately grabbed the fallen weapon and smashed the imps face with it. The imp lay still, face smashed and concave from the heavy weight of the hammer.

Katarina could hear her own heavy breathing and her blood pumping. Her heart felt like it would jump out of her chest but the adrenaline kept her thoughts focused. She checked to see if the imp was really dead. It had no pulse and didn't seem to be breathing. Not that that meant anything to her, she had no idea how demon anatomy worked. She raised the hammer again and hit its skull this time for good measure.

Breathing a heavy sigh of relief Katarina couldn't help but weakly smile at her predicament. After a serious fight for her life she was naked, standing in the middle of the room. But she was alive. Her opponent lay there, dead. She spat on the corpse. It burst into flames before her spittle could land on it. She yelped, jumping back but there was no heat to the flame and it quickly snuffed out.

Noting that the storm outside had passed Katarina decided that the imp must not have been alone. She needed to go and save the rest of the village or at least warn them. She moved to get her dress but saw that it was sitting in a puddle on the floor. Going out to the back cupboard she found her father's spare shirt and put it on. It was much too big for her, sleeves coming down to her elbows. Her slim thighs poked out from underneath, the shirt failed to cover up even a third of her legs. Extremely short by dress standards but it would have to do.

Walking over to the chair Katarina went to get her panties until she realised that they too were soaked. Might as well go without. Lastly, she went over to her chain main and slipped it on over the shirt. It didn't do much good in the last fight but that was circumstantial.

Lastly she needed a weapon. The hammer was good but she needed more reach and she knew just the thing. Behind the counter there was a long wooden handle with cloth wrapped around one end. Picking it up she unwrapped the end revealing the silver glint of good steel. The blade was about a handspan in length and two razor sharp edges ran down from a curved tip towards the haft of the spear. A young female elf had brought it in a couple of months ago with a broken haft. She had paid for the weapon to be fixed but never came back for it.

Spear in hand she stepped out onto the street.