Hecate had prepared for war. She didn't know this thing, and she'd drawn all her back up power into her to make sure she stood a chance. The Saint had drawn it here and it had confused her. She could read power, and the Saint outmatched this creature.
She'd never get Christians though. She was just comforted by the fact that she could probably take this thing.
She motioned Hermes to come up behind the thing, as she stepped forward. The baying of dogs was close by and she studied this thing with interest. "Funny. So do I." She grinned unpleasantly and tilted her head. She could call her torches in an instant and her magic was close at hand, but mainly she was giving Hermes a chance to get behind it. And she trusted her husband.
"Funny. You lot never do see the obvious." She slid her gaze to the Saint and smiled.