Charging at the faun of fauns was a mighty mistake.

With speed that would rival a flying dragon Philomel let out the mightiest curse and shrieked an angered bleat. Throwing her sword to the side she began to immediately run, screaming her challenge to him. In that moment she responded to her deeper, more instinctive nature and began to lower her head, where her massive curled horns were.

Never, repeat never, charge a faun.

Speed, determination. She charged at the same velocity as the enemy did - then more. Halfway through her run her body began to morph as it responded to her wild beastial nature. Thick hair began to grow from the neck down, blossoming like a mane and squeezing out from under her chestguard. The horns began to curl larger, longer, the face began to lengthen and by the time she got to the enemy there was no Philomel.

There was an enraging, ferocious true two-legged goat. Muscles were mightier, the whole body had expanded. And - SLAM - she pounded into the beast.

She was faster. And stronger. The beast that had been smoke and was now some form of gnarled, disgusting hybrid of dead and alive. It snapped at her face with jaws of dirty teeth and stinking breath as she pushed it back, back, back ...

Through a door. That crashed inwards with a mighty crunch. Falling back under the pressure and unexpected movement of it the beast fell right back on his rump, with the goat-headed faun flying to land on top.

Something of logic within her still lived. Grabbing the bright green dagger on her waist Philomel kept the beast down before plunging with the blade. A single second it was, a single second and she could move. Slash, down, hard ...
Right into the beast's heart.

There was a moment of stillness. Then the beast suddenly vanished underneath her and all there was was a thin, weak mist. With a soft, terrified wail, it whisked from underneath Philomel, causing her to drop down, flat to the broken door. Then, washed on a non existent wind the stream of smoke that had been the beast whipped away, weak and severely injured, fleeing back down the corridor and out of sight.

Out of mind.

Leaving Philomel and Captain Cain triumphant.

It was only then that Philomel realised they were in a room full of golden, glittering coins.