Time to get medieval on this prick.

Dashing out into the mall with Amanda and Megan close behind, your mind races as you consider your next move. The need to arm yourself is at the forefront of your mind. The gun store is all the way over on the other side of the mall, and you're not confident you can make it there with an incubus right behind you.

Glancing around, you notice the glass skylight on the mall's roof has been smashed through, leaving a mess of broken glass on the ground floor. You realize this must have been the incubus' point of entry. The mall patrons around you are either fleeing or staring in disbelief, no doubt having noticed the naked sex demon storming through just moments earlier.

Suddenly, you notice an antique store a few stores down from you. Swords, maces, and other medieval weapons can be seen through the display front. There's even a suit of full plate armor. You'd rather avoid a close-range fight with a demon, but can't see any other options.

"Come on, this way!" you call out to the two girls following you, as you make a mad dash towards the antique store. A deep, inhuman roar of rage behind you tells you that their father is already back on his feet and won't be far behind.

You and your two companions charge through the antique store's open front door. The proprietor seems to be absent, likely he saw the commotion outside and made himself scarce.

Jumping onto the front display, you grab a broadsword from the case and wield it with both hands. The sword is heavy in your hands, and it occurs to you that you've no idea how to actually use it, other than swing it around like a baseball bat. Behind you, you see Amanda grab a huge two-foot long metal crucifix, clutching it tightly with both hands.

You run outside, sword in hand, to find the incubus striding towards you with a vicious grin. He appears undeterred by the 3 feet of shining steel in your hands.

The demon stands more than a full head taller than you, his powerfully muscled form making you feel more than a little inadequate. Still, you meet the beast's rapacious gaze with a look of defiance, and charge forward swinging wildly with a loud war cry.