Within the past few moments, it had become very obvious to the young huntress that she was not in a very good place. Luckily, she had found a large crate in a corner to hide behind. The floor shook in sync with the loud thumps that echoed through-out the small room. Hazel hues slowly peeked out from behind the crate and set themselves upon the large beast which made the noises. A sienna-coloured monster, at least twenty-feet tall, hoofed feet, large horns 'top it's head, fur around it's neck -- which could have once been a cream colour, but it was impossible to tell with the amounts of dirt -- and a large, very sharp looking scythe. The huntress was amazed, never had she seen such a monster in her life. She had heard talk of it, but never had she seen it. Baphomet.
The monster was blocking her way out. Frantically, the huntress searched through her bag, trying to find something useful to get her out of the situation. A smile came across those rose lips as she pulled a jar out of the bag. An enchanted chemical made from butterfly wings. Thank the lord. She mentally thanked her priestess friend who pawned the jars off on her -- before she left for home -- because her bag was too heavy. However, the huntress decided she'd never leave home without them now. Hazels tightly slammed shut as she slammed the jar into the ground. Smoke leaked from the broken jar, enveloping the huntress until she was no longer visible. Before the creature could get to where the noise came from, the huntress was gone.