2d20 Advantage
With her allies in steel by her side
Perhaps she would stand a chance
Ghouls are not faster than her
Ghouls are not stronger than her
But surrounded, outnumbered one to one hundred
Left with not choice but to swing her sword
And to raise her shield
Despite having the strength to cleave
Her festering enemies in two
There are too many to slice through
A bite here, a scratch there
Thank the Goddess for her thick armor
But they begin to pile upon her
The weight begins to be too much
When the darkness closes in
The Goddess answers her prayers
A burst of light explodes from her sword
The horde is burnt to nothing
She stands, now wielding a new power
She has ascended to the rank of holy knight
Her story continues...
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