What came through the brush was, from what she could see, a boar demon. And a big one. Its eyes seemed to glow a menacing red and she had no choice but to put that to her overactive imagination.
"Shards! Give me the shaaaards wench! Perhaps I'll make a meal out of you as well!" the boar screeched at her, running full speed in her direction. His first swipe was obvious and easy to dodge. He swung at her and she slid under his arm, quickly looking for anything she could use to help her. While she did this, she never expected the demon to grab her arm and lift her up in the air.
She screamed, kicking its face as hard as she could. Well kicking anything really. Finally with a swift kick to both eyes, it dropped her with a yell. She made a break for it, running in the direction of camp, bath stuff and water be damned, she was out of here!
Too bad she tripped.