RPG on the Portal.

Without hesitation, I hurl one of the shorter daggers at the head of the demon guard leader (it wasn't hard to identify him – he was the only one not holding chains with hounds). He falls to the ground with the dagger in his eye socket. I doubt I killed him, I thought, but I knocked him out for a while, and he won't recover anytime soon. At the same time, with my other hand, I grab the second dagger and, rolling to the side, manage to slash at the face of one of the hounds. It falls onto the cobblestones with a deathly howl. I manage to get to my feet before two more of them lunge at me. I cut one down in mid-air, but the second snaps its teeth at my side, grinding them against the chainmail shirt I'm wearing under my leather jacket. If it weren't for this gift from the dwarves, I would already be dead! I kill this hound and the last one, which one of the demons, slightly delayed, didn't manage to unleash in time. Thus, I am left facing four demons. Fortunately, in this narrow alley, they can only attack two at a time, and even then, it will be cramped for them. I launch a sharp attack, and the demon on the right falls with a severed head (the dwarven dagger, made with special craftsmanship, can kill even such a creature; it's not just ordinary iron). However, the second one manages to block my attack. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the vampire, staggering, getting to his feet. Another demon takes the place of the one I killed. Together, they manage to fend off my attacks, but suddenly, one of them falls, struck down by the vampire's lunge. The vampire also falls, having spent his last strength. The second demon falls from my dagger. The last one, apparently assessing his chances, uses the gating ability, teleporting away to an unknown location, and even takes his seriously wounded commander with him. The vampire lies motionless. He still helped me, I think, and, hoisting him onto my shoulder, I drag him to the tavern I already know. And there, about fifty city guards are already investigating who killed the bartender. I trudge upstairs, where the tavern owner catches up to me and hands me a crumpled piece of paper, stained with blood in places, saying, "This is for you." The paper reads, "You will find me in Mistrade." I wanted to ask who passed it to me, but the tavern owner was already gone. After spending a peaceful night in the tavern, I and the vampire, who seemed to have recovered but wasn't very talkative, left in the morning. As we left, we saw a warrior with a rainbow-colored sword cleave a demon in half and head straight for us. Only then did I notice that he had a strange sphere in place of his left eye, and it seemed to even change color...