Little Warrior, Part Five

Grace staggered down the hallway, her legs still wobbly from the fight. Her armor was dented, covered in demonic... whatever-the-heck, and there was a lot of it in her hair too which sent shivers down her spine just thinking about.

But she was alive! And she'd actually killed a demon!

[Permanently killed it! Like, it's GONE gone!]

She couldn't believe it. She, Grace Lightsinger, former turnip farmer, chicken wrangler, and professional nobody, had erased a demon from existence. With a tiny light sword that looked like a glowing toothpick!

"FASTER, ROOKIE!" Seraph boomed from behind her, slapping her on the back hard enough to make her stumble forward. "Everyone's waiting to see the demon slayer!"

"Everyone?" Grace squeaked. "What the heck do you mean everyone?"

Seraph just grinned and picked her up like a sack of potatoes. Grace didn't bother fighting back this time. She was so exhausted she welcomed not having to move her own body.