Throw the moltav cocktail at her attacker

Silent as death. Jessica bent over and retrieved her crude weapon.
Hate welled up in her. This beast had used her, and now treated her as nothing. A simple beast had forced such an awful intimacy upon her. She dimly prayed to Oedeon the beast's seed would not take hold.
Giving form to her hate, Jessica lit her lighter. The small orange flame danced, barely present. She held it to the liquor suffused rag. It caught quickly, casting orange light.
Jessica stepped back gently. Once, then twice. The beast stopped staring at the moon.
With a dumb expression the nude brute turned to Jessica.

"Burn like the beasts!" Jessica shouted hysterically as she threw the cocktail at the beast.

The glass broke nicely against the brute's face, and the deadly mixture soaked his bandages with burning liquid. "Graggaga" the brute groaned, still unable to make a loud articulate noise. It pawed at its face, fire licking it and making the air smell of burnt hair.