The creature's undivided attention was on Yasuji, its hulking form towering over him. It raised a massive claw, its barbs glinting maliciously under the dim light filtering through the hut's windows. Vivet saw her chance. With a silent prayer and a surge of adrenaline, she darted towards the fallen dagger, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs.

Meanwhile, Yavuz, ever the strategist, noticed the peculiar bottles tucked away in a dusty corner. Their ornately etched labels and shimmering contents sparked a memory from a forgotten grimoire he'd once skimmed. A desperate hope ignited in his eyes. Without a second thought, he snatched a bottle, aiming it at the creature with trembling hands.

The glass shattered against the creature's hide, erupting in a brilliant burst of arcane energy. The creature recoiled with a deafening roar, its eyes flickering with confusion and pain. The magic coursed through its veins, disrupting its movements and weakening its resolve. This unexpected assault created a precious window of opportunity.

"Escape! Now!" Yavuz yelled, his voice hoarse with exertion. Yasuji needed no further urging. He scrambled to his feet, the throbbing pain in his leg momentarily forgotten. Vivet, clutching the dagger in a sweaty grip, mirrored his movement.

They burst out of Baba Yaga's rickety hut, the cool night air stinging their lungs. The sound of their frantic footsteps echoed through the silent forest, their only thought to put as much distance between themselves and the enraged creature.

Just when they thought they were pulling ahead, a new wave of terror washed over Yasuji. A faint sound reached his ears, barely audible at first, but growing with each passing moment. It was the unmistakable yelping of hounds, a pack in full cry, their baying resonating through the dense foliage.

A cold dread gripped him. They weren't just being chased – they were being hunted. Realization struck him like a physical blow.

Thinking fast, Yasuji turned to Vivet, his voice strained with urgency. "Take the dagger, Vivet. It's the only way." Vivet's eyes met his, a steely resolve mirroring his own in their depths. She grasped the dagger, its weight a comforting presence in her palm.

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A plan formulated in Yasuji's mind, desperate but their only hope. He raised his voice, a loud, clear challenge echoing through the night. The hounds, their attention momentarily diverted from their quarry, snapped their heads towards the source of the sound. Their growls intensified, a low, rumbling menace that sent shivers down Yasuji's spine.

With one last look at Vivet, Yasuji fled in the opposite direction, leading the hounds on a wild chase. He didn't have a clear plan, only the hope that by splitting their focus, he could buy Vivet some time.

Running blindly through the undergrowth, exhaustion gnawed at him, but he dared not slow down. The baying of the hounds grew closer, their spectral forms flickering between the trees. He could almost feel their hot breath on his neck.

Just as despair threatened to consume him, a sight ripped through the darkness that was both unexpected and exhilarating. Yavuz, perched precariously on a rickety broomstick, materialized above the treeline, his face etched with a mixture of terror and determination.

With surprising dexterity, Yavuz swooped down, yelling for Yasuji to grab on. With a surge of adrenaline, Yasuji launched himself towards the outstretched hand, his fingers brushing against Yavuz's before securing a firm grip. The broomstick lurched under their combined weight, but Yavuz, fueled by adrenaline, managed to steer them clear of the pursuing hounds.

They soared through the air, the wind whipping at their faces, the distant baying of the hounds fading with each passing moment. Below them, the angry creature had turned its attention away from them and was running after the pack of hounds. A surge of relief washed over Yasuji, a brief moment of triumph amidst the ongoing chaos.

As they flew further away, a sense of foreboding crept back in. The rickety broomstick, overburdened by their weight, began to shudder violently. Yavuz struggled to maintain control, his face contorted in concentration.

Their moment of respite was short-lived. With a sickening crack, the broomstick snapped in two, sending them plummeting towards the earth. They braced themselves for impact, their hearts pounding in unison.

But fate, it seemed, wasn't quite finished with them yet. They landed with a bone-jarring thud on a soft, grassy hilltop.

The impact sent a jolt of pain shooting through Yasuji's leg, the forgotten injury flaring to life. He groaned, pushing himself to a sitting position and taking a moment to assess the damage. Yavuz, sprawled a few feet away, mirrored his movements, his face etched with a grimace. Relief, however, quickly replaced the initial pain. They were alive. Battered, bruised, but undeniably alive.