Throw the Moltav cocktail

Jessica felt the weight of the hunter's gift in her hands. She only had one chance to get away from the brute in her path easily.
With all the ease the past year of bartending provided her, Jessica lit and slung the bottle into the ugly inhuman face of the brute. Fire erupted, and the brute was covered in hungry orange flames. The brute cried out in anguish and beat at its head as if it could douse the flames.
A small flame of satisfaction bloomed in Jessica's heart, as the beast anguished.