Not by herself.

Hobbling on her bad ankle the naked brigand takes the best combative stance she can muster. "Grant me a glorious and quick ****, Scáthach." She prays. "And may Thoth-Amon join me soon in the afterlife so that I may properly greet him."

"You seek **** so quickly, young one?" A strange female voice silently echoes throughout the chamber.

A confused Sonja at first refuses to take her eyes off the monster. But when the beast becomes frozen in place she looks about. Standing on the edge of the pit is a tall woman, cloaked in an exquisite white robe with gold trim. Crimson hair flows from her hood which partially covers her face.

Sonja gasps, "goddess?"

"Your prayers, and Thoth-Amon's blasphemy, have been answered." Scáthach declares. "You are to be my harbinger, the greatest sword-slayer of this age. Beauty and battle-lust will be your fame." With a wave of deity's hand the serpent icon falls from the liquid hydra, which then collapses into a puddle of goo.

"Thank you." Sonja bows her head in shocked gratitude.

"Thoth-Amon did speak one truth." The goddess's voice becomes grim. "Bel is greater than I, and he has been promised the offering of five, and he must be given his full due."

"What do you mean, goddess?" Sonja's stomach turns.

"The four have given forth their manhood, you must surrender your womanhood." As the goddess speaks the ooze takes the form of a naked man. "Your maiden head in exchange for glory, adventure and ****, or keep your chastity for **** and Thoth-Amon's triumphant.

"I swear the Stygian will pay." Sonja quickly answers.

"Good." Scáthach nods. "Make your offering well then, Sonja of Hyrkanian." Scáthach starts to walk way. "Say the name of the warrior you desire to prove your womanhood with and the avatar of Bel will take his shape and your trial will begin."