Fight for your life

"I am a maiden of the Burning Rose, foul creature. The light of the Goddess lives in me. Flee, or I will purge you from this realm with her Holy Fire." You declare with as much bravery as you can muster, holding the Sword in front of you.

The Daemon laughs, obviously sensing your dread.

"No Goddess saved your sisters, little virgin, and nothing will save you either." It hisses in reply between it's pointed teeth, wicked sickle like talons held out in front of it's body, waiting

As you tense for the strike, you call upon the power of the Burning Rose, bringing a shining and holy glow to the blade.

Bringing all the training you've had, meager though it may be when compared to the skill of the War-Mother, you strike out.