Surtr was very good at dealing with situations like this.
She had always fought alone, so she knew exactly how to face multiple enemies by herself.
She knew how to fight alone.
She knew how a powerless schoolgirl should fight a gang of thugs armed with clubs and chains, knock them all down, and then call the police.
She knew how a novice swordsman should fight a cunning goblin hunting party, wipe them out, and protect the ravaged village without suffering any casualties.
She also knew how a lone officer armed with only a dagger and a laser gun could maneuver against and counterattack a hundred times her number of Ork Boyz, wrecked tanks, Killa Kans, and heavily armored warbosses on a collapsing battlefield, rally a defeated army, and successfully reform the defensive line until the tide of battle turned—no, she was the turning point.
She even knew how an untrained, still-growing mortal girl who opened her eyes in the middle of a blood-soaked battlefield, where she could immediately see the Astartes and Balrog fighting to the death, could survive on that battlefield with nothing but a wooden sword, quickly become the turning point in one section of it, and win victory for one side.
She knew all of this because she had experienced it all herself. And she knew even better that taking on the strong with the weak always came at a price, no matter how abundant one's experience might be.
Thus, once those memories of battle surged through her mind, took control of her muscles, and commanded her body to move, the result of the battle naturally became inevitable.
The gargoyle's core armor was no harder than an Ork warboss's skull. In the end, two ownerless souls flowed into her body, while the shoulder of the knight