Battled a Demon

Me and Tara were battling the demon that chased me to the outpost. It was going horribly wrong.

"This ain't good," I yelled to Tara.

"It's far too powerful," Tara shouted.

No matter how hard we struck the demon with our weapons, me and Tara weren't doing any damage to it.

"We're not doing any damage to it," Tara shouted. "It's almost as if the demon is made of steel."

"Our weapons are useless against it," I yelled. "This is just hopeless."

It was striking us with its wings and throwing us in the air. I was bleeding all over the place.

"Are you okay, Ricky?" Tara shouted. "You're bleeding."

"I'll be fine for now, but we have to get out of here," I yelled. "Let's try and force the demon up the ramp and knock it off the wall, and then we'll make a run for it."

"Alright, Ricky, we'll try." Tara shot an arrow at the demon.

The next thing I know, Tara's yelling at me to look out. The demon struck me with its wing and rammed its horns into my back. I fell to the ground. I couldn't breathe.

"I can't breathe," I yelled.

"Ricky," Tara shouted.

The world around me faded to darkness...