Guillaume: Nualia, Round 4

We can't last like this. I see everyone make their best effort to attack her.

She is stronger, no doubt more powerful, more agile and tougher than anything that we have encountered. Except maybe that tiny little demon at the glassworks factory.

But we have one thing she doesn't have. Numbers. We had each other and blessed Corellon. He will not forsake those who follow his path. This is a battle between good and evil. Good must win. The pain I and my friends are enduring will never crush us. Might have been sheer determination. Or perhaps behind everything, Lord Corellong is lending me his strength. Which ever the case maybe, the realisation has turned this fight into a religious experience. (Second wind) My limbs despite the lost of blood and exhaustion felt stronger

I glance towards the others who all seemed on the verge of collapsing as well. There was no time to waste. I had to decide quickly. Who amongst them was capable of turning the table. It was the dragonborn! A creature of strong faith just like me. I point to him and asked the great lord to lend the paladin strength just as he did with me. The paladin glowed faintly and some of his wounds disappeared.

And beyond him I see the demonness flail wildly. her deadly claws tore at my friends.

"You know you are defeated. I can see it in your eyes. You are outnumbered. Nothing can save you now." I shout from across the room. And I imagined her face changed for a second or two. Did I just see remorse?

Once again I called upon the sacred fire. She burned ardently. When the divne fire was expunged, I reeled over to my side. In seized at the wall to keep from falling. I feel her poison bit deeper.