Run like hell!

You run, the sound of their hooves clattering and echoing down the passage as they give chase, making it sound like a whole herd of goats is hot on your tail. Your bare feet slap against the rough stone floor, the soles stinging as you draw sharp, sucking breaths through your teeth. You can hear the satyrs gaining on you, snorting and bleating, getting closer and closer. You think you can feel their hot breath on the back of your neck. Any second, you're going to feel their hands grabbing at you.