[Diaper Beast]

Baracus was unaware that he was being scryed upon by the being in the tower. His Paladin abilities not granting him some sort of awareness of it. Though she might be able to tell upon viewing him that while he was the heroic sort... he seemed a bit hesitant to face this fight. He was clearly a young hero... so wasn't as powerful as some who came to face her. So it was probably a good thing she informed those who gathered her not to kill him… or he would have been easily overwhelmed by them. But after some hesitation she did see him wade into battle... his great sword dispatching some of the weaker 'Monsters' who gathered here around her keep.

It was obvious he wasn't very powerful as of yet.. as he wasn't using any of his Paladin abilities to take the creatures down faster. Which meant he was fighting through them with brute strength alone. She could detect some magic on his sword and armor... likely helping keep him fighting as well as he was. Especially when they started landing hits on him. He was bleeding and breathing heavily before he even reached the front door. Managing to get it open as more swarmed him... blocking it closed with his body as he plopped down to sit on the floor and catch his breath. Taking a drink from a healing potion and then the empty bottle roll across the floor.

It made sense she hadn't seen more of her kind in so long... as they had left the main continent and settled on an island nation. At least those who were still 'good', anyway. Others had fallen to the sway of the original creator of Minotaurs… Baphomet. Accepting service in his ranks for power of various types. It would be fun perhaps to test someone like her for a change? She watched as he remained seated for sometime and then eventually got up to his hooves and began moving forward. It was almost funny when he called out with bravado... given she had helped him get inside alive. "Foul Creature! Did you think your Minions could stop me!?"