Throw the moltav at it

Jessica, felt her body begin to move on instinct before her mind had decided to act, lighting the grenade."Oye, beastie!" she shouted, catching the abhorrent thing's attention. "Burn"
And with that, Jessica threw the bottle at the beast. Perhaps in the rare instance that being a bartender improved one's combat ability, her bottle throwing skills were on point, and it hit the beast square on.
The beast roared as it lit on fire, staying up on two feet it clawed at itself, falling onto its back. Jessica was out of weapons, but she had one thing left at her disposal, mettle. So she stood her ground.
The fire burned low on the beast, a few patchs of fur still burning, but she could hear the beast whimper as it scampered off.
Jessica let out the breath she didn't know she was holding.
Auntie.

Jessica ran to the door, and with dim flicker of horror found it unlocked. She threw it open.