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killed her share of demons when she was first introduced to Chaos, but they were the equivalent of yellow belt practitioners of martial arts—too new to challenge the might of her seasoned sword-arm. These six however were like demon black belts, and with every cut, kick, or punch that she delivered came a scratch, bite, or stab from one of them.
    One of the many lessons that her father had taught her was that in situations like this, when surrounded and fighting, a smart warrior would carve a path and then run for higher ground. She was now on the steps of the first building with her back to the broken ritual and the young girl who was still seated and staring out into nowhere.
    The stairs were narrow, so the four remaining demons had to find new ways to get to Alysia. This was more difficult than they wanted it to be, so for the time being they came at her via the steps. Only two of them had weapons, but they all had claws and seemed to be impervious to the pain that Euphoria dished out. Seeing this, Alysia focused and struck to maim or kill whenever she could. Since the demons didn’t feel pain they were relentless, and they kept coming at her despite being run through, slashed, or kicked in their vitals.
    The wounds they delivered to Alysia were taking their toll, and she began to feel the burning of her arms from the fatigue of fighting too long. Desperate and at her wit’s end, she swung wildly to force them back, then dashed into the classroom to grab the girl. The little blonde-haired waif was light so Alysia was able to cradle her in her arms, kick open the back door, and take off running as fast as she could.
    Instinctively the child reached up around her neck and hugged her for support. The gesture gave Alysia life, empowering her to run faster in order to get away from them.
    One of the demons had gotten his leg cut so badly that when he made to give chase, it twisted horribly and gave out, forcing him down to the ground. Still he used his one good leg and hands to crawl after Alysia while the other two ran with a singular purpose.
    Alysia was ahead of her pursuers when a sudden realization came to her about the demons. They would not magically give up once the girl was away, and the people whose bodies they had taken over would be lost forever. If she was going to save the girl, all the demons would need to die, and despite her aching arms, this was something that only she could get done.
    She pulled up short of the fence that surrounded the school and placed the girl gently on the ground. Euphoria was throbbing with power when she pulled it out again and faced the two demons running towards her. They should have been hilarious in the way they appeared. They looked like parents from an eighties sitcom, one with a thick moustache and the other in a patterned dress and wig.
    Alysia spun violently and swung her sword, then spun again and swung the other way. The first slash caught the exposed claw of the eighties sitcom father, and the second caught his neck right above the shoulder. He dropped with the force of the blow, twitching as he laid in a puddle of blood. The woman, who Alysia had assumed was the leader, backed away slowly. She was one of the remaining two survivors, and the other one was still several yards off, crawling, trying to catch up with them.
    Eighties mom moved, sudden and unexpected, and Alysia was on her back fighting with her armored forearm jammed up against her face. Claws found her ribs and she screamed out in pain, using her free hand to punch repeatedly at the woman’s side. She was heavy and smelled foul, and the claws were making her feel weaker and weaker.
    She threw up a knee to throw the demon off, then rolled to mount her and put two hands on Euphoria’s hilt. She drove the blade down into the demon’s mouth, then pulled it out and slid it into one of her darkened eyes. The life rushed out, loud and wicked, and the sword trembled as it sucked in all of her power.
    When Alysia