The claws swish over her head.

She could end it now. Three words and this demon would be disembowelled.

But she won't.

Slime cascades down the demon's face. The demon attacks with it's other hand, ripping flesh
from bone.

She cries out in pain and collapses. The flesh hangs in ragged strips. The demon slashes again,
tearing part of her face. Slime enters her mouth, burning and bitter.

A few whispered words and the demon disintegrates. This spell was invented to be used when the
caster was in great danger.

She is dying from its poison slime.

There's no cure.