You were separated from Doomguy, lost somewhere in quite the struggle. Hurt, you could feel as the blood dripped out of you, the sounds of being mocked. The feeling as the Marauders axe drug down your skin, burning.

"You're the Slayers helper? That thing he cares for? Pathetic."

The Marauder raises his axe ready to end your pathetic existence, but before he could Doomguy came back. You watched as he mercilessly beat the demon down to a messy pulp, not allowing the Demon time to react.