{Diana}
Diana's sword sliced through a demon's neck like it was made of warm butter.
Black blood splattered across the mountain path. The creature's head bounced down the cliff while its body dissolved into smoke.
"That's twelve," she muttered, flicking gore off her blade. "Twelve random strays."
[Nice try, assholes.]
She launched herself at them, wings spread wide enough to block out the sun. The first demon barely had time to open its mouth before her sword split it from crown to crotch. The second one actually tried to run.
[Cute.]
Diana's thrown blade caught it right between the shoulder blades, pinning it to a tree trunk. It twitched for three seconds before dissolving.
"Pathetic." She yanked her sword free. "At least make it interesting."
The mountain path stayed quiet except for that hectic rain and the occasional salmon plummeting from the sky. One fish smacked into a rock near her feet, flopped twice, then vanished.
Diana blinked.
