Flee

She had no idea what this thing was, nor how to defeat it, though she could guess her sword was a poor weapon with which to fight it. Her blade flashed again, severing the tendrils at her feet, and she took advantage of her freedom to begin to retreat through the door, her blade glinting and flickering in the firelight as it caught tendrils on its' honed edge.

As she passed through the flap of the hovel, she turned, and began to run. A glance back revealed the mass was faster than she thought, nearly pacing her in its' approach. She reached down as she passed the fire pit, snatching her pack as she went, before sprinting for the edge of the trees nearest to the fire pit.

She had gone all but a few steps before a figure stepped out of the trees ahead of her. It wore a dark, formless robe, its' hood drawn. The figure was bigger than she was, and she guessed it was male by the breadth of its' shoulders.

"Help!" She nearly screamed the word at him as she sprinted his way. The hooded head turned slightly, facing her, before looking past her again and uttering a single word. "Stop." The baritone delivery carried such a weight of command Venus froze on the spot, before realizing the slime had, too.

The man approached her, staring at her, before whispering, almost too low for her to hear, "Yes, you WILL help." She reached for her sword, starting to rush him, but he uttered something she couldn't understand, and she abruptly fell unconscious, felled by a faint, purple streak of magical energies.