You get yourself a good night's sleep in your comfortable hotel bed
From Create Your Own Story
After a good night's sleep, you awaken well-rested and ready for battle. After washing up, getting dressed, and eating breakfast, you dispose of the dead thug's corpse out the window, then look at his partner, still tied to the chair and clearly not having had nearly as comfortable a sleep as you did. "You're going to help me," you say in a cold, commanding voice that tolerates no argument. "You're going to do exactly as I tell you. Obey me, and I'll let you live. Don't - well, in that case you'll probably be dead before you even feel my sword." You wave your blade at him threateningly. "Is that clear?"
"Mmmmmpppttthhh, yettthhhh," he mumbles through his gag.
You remove the gag. "Is that clear?"
"Yes, Miss Anastasia."
"Excellent." You gather up your weapons and supplies, then untie him. You help him to his feet and look down into his eyes, enjoying the fact that you are taller than him. "Lead me to the entrance of the tomb that you went through last time. I'll take it from there. Let's go, boy."
The man leads you through the streets of Cairo, then out into the desert. Finally, after almost two hours walking under the blazing sun, he points to a large boulder. Moving aside some brush on one side of the stone, he reveals a small opening, leading off into darkness.
"Where were you ambushed last time?" you ask him.
"After several twists and turns, the passage got much wider. A little bit after that is where those arrows started massacring us..."
You nod. "Let's go in. You first, boy."
He shivers despite the warm sunshine. "But..."
"I don't want you trying any tricks. And I don't want you running off. Don't worry." You pat your revolver and your sword. "The big, strong girl will protect you."
"May I please at least have a weapon..."
You laugh. "You think I'd trust you with one? Now let's move, BOY."
Reluctantly, he enters the tunnel. You follow slightly behind him, your muscular body tense. When you get to the location where the passage widens, you whisper, "Stop."
The thug freezes. "It was a little farther on where..."
"I know. Now duck."
"Wha..." You push him down and duck your head. A second later, two arrows whoosh over your heads. He stares at you. "How did you know..."
"No time for that. Just stay down." Your revolver is already in your leather-gloved right hand, your trained eyes scanning the cavern ahead. You open fire, destroying skeleton archers' skulls with your large-caliber bullets and expert markswomanship, sending one headless skeleton after another to the ground. Arrows come flying at you, but you nimbly dodge each one with a graceful cartwheel or back-handspring. You reload your gun as you dodge with your graceful dance moves.
The thug, thinking this is his chance, jumps up and begins running for the exit. Suddenly, an arrow penetrates his shoulder from behind, going all the way through his body, embedding itself in the rock, and pinning him helplessly to the stone wall. He screams in agony, unable to move, as you continue taking out the rest of the skeleton-archers with your lethally accurate bullets.
When the last skeleton crumples to the stone floor with a shattering of bones, you reload your revolver again, then scan the whole area carefully, your heart rate slowly returning to normal. You look over at your companion, still pinned to the rock. "I told you to stay down."
"Just get me free, please, Miss Ana..."
"Quiet," you hiss suddenly. "Something else is coming."
Heavy footsteps echo through the stone hall. From the darkness, a heavily muscled, brown-skinned man with long, wild black hair appears, looking like an ancient warrior that stepped straight out of a history book. He stops in the middle of the passage and begins applauding, slow, sarcastic claps.
"Impressive, Miss Van Helsing. My skeleton archers effortlessly massacred a band of a dozen men, but you effortlessly massacred my skeletons all by yourself. Of course, they're only skeletons. They have no powers other than what I give them. Myself, on the other hand..."
You suddenly open fire, three swift and accurate shots to his torso followed by two more to his head. You can actually see the bullets strike him and shatter upon his marble-like body harmlessly. You gulp in fear.
The warrior simply smiles. "My muscles are far more powerful and hard than yours. They cannot be harmed by your silly little weapons." A beam of red light suddenly appears from his fingertips and strikes you in the chest, right between your large, perky breasts. You crumple to the ground, writhing helplessly in agony. "I will deal with you in a minute, Miss Anastasia. But first..." He turns his cold, undead eyes to the thug still pinned to the wall by the arrow. "We had an agreement. And you betrayed me."
"Please...no...I didn't mean..." The thug's begging is abruptly cut short when another red beam strikes him in the center of his chest. But this one doesn't stop. As a red glow continues to envelop him, the man's flesh is rapidly stripped away, his screams mercifully ending, until all that is left of him is a skeleton.
Looking up from your position on the ground while the monster is distracted, you see two large slabs of stone on the ceiling, dangerously loose looking and seeming like the slightest jolt would cause them to fall. The smaller one might not be big enough to nail the monster. But the large one looks like it might crush you too.
