A Templar's Hope

"Dammit every time!" Tyleen Darincul curses out loud as she faces off with a demon standing at least two feet taller than her with skin that is a blood red and wearing plate armor. "Why can't I ever meet a short one?!" She growls as the demon laughs at her sweat soaked face even though they are fighting in the snow. It's crimson eyes are caverns into the hell that it spawned from as it swings a ebony blade blacker than night meeting with her silver long sword as she deflects it to the side having lost her kite shield a while ago. It's going to be a long day, She thinks to herself as she rushes the demon.