The sight of the huge, cleaver-weilding devil gives Alaedra something of a start. She really thought it was far behind her. Perhaps it's just another of the fiends?<br/><br/>Alaedra briefly considers drinking a couple the potions she's found and going after it, but decides that'd still be reckless, considering it is so much slower than she is. Instead, she just decides to use the creatures appearance to dictate her direction of travel, and Alaedra begins to head away from it. Quickly, seeing as she hasn't seen anyone else down her yet. Hopefull she'll hear anyone, or thing, else in time to find cover.