She felt the strike coming toward her and she parried her blade, and making a bit of contact with a clink of what sounded like metal against metal, and his tail made contact with her shoulder, scratching it and she hissed. Blood staining her white dress. She saw the serpentine tail and knew she stood no chance. Today would be the day she died, and instead of fighting for her life, she threw down the blade and hung her head.<br/><br/>With what should have been a sound of defeat, the sigh that left her lips as she removed her cloak and then slowly removing her mask, letting it fall to the ground she looked up and smiled. "<span style="color: #40FF00">I stand no chance against a dragon. Much less the Demon Lord. My life has no meaning; I am but a lowly human with no strengths and no real training. I am just cursed to forever be ugly and alone. With honor, may I look into the eyes of my savior?</span>" she said as she stood completely still. "<span style="color: #40FF00">I wish to thank you properly.</span>" she added as a last note.<br/><br/>The woman who was nothing more than a frail human stood before him, What parts of her body, her face and arms covered in scars. She had the voice of a young woman, and upon closer look, her eyes held a kind of relief in her near moments of death. The smell of a single salted tear rolled down her scarred face and the breeze blew gently as if it were preparing to take with it her last breath.  She closed her eyes and softly sang a sorrowful song. Her actions, words and the song she sang was enough to let anyone know she was not a beast. She was ready for freedom. Freedom from solitude, from loneliness, and free from the burden of being what she was made to be. She opened her eyes and waited as she sang what she believed to be her last song.