The head of the angel’s weapon collided with the once-beautiful face at the same moment that the tips of several swords punctured her scaly skin. An explosion of blood and flesh spattered the cushions, the rugs, and the tent wall as the demon’s head disintegrated.
The muscles in her arms kept working for a heartbeat longer.
The blades sank deeply into flesh. The two life-forces that were there, one inside the other, grew faint, then vanished.
The unborn child was lost to him, slain by its own mother.