You are walking through the woods late at night.
  The moon is bright as Cheshire the cats the smile and mist starts to form.
      You feel a bumpy sensation crawl of the hairs of your back until it reaches your neck and slides back down.
  It feels as if you are being watched.
    Until from the corner of your eye you get a glance of movement. You shoot your gaze in that direction only to see a weapon on the ground.

•A ShotGun

•A Pistol

•A pocket knife

•A Katana.

You pick up  a weapon and as if like a trigger button,You hear a shift of doors all around you. Out of instinct you grip your weapon and move forward.
   The sound of rustling echoed through your ears from all directions fueling your fear.
  And that's when you see it.
A note on a tree.
   You walk over to it and pluck it off, the writing is like chicken scratch but you are still able to make out the words:

Let the Battle commence...

You hear another shuffle behind you causing you to whip around and see a red dog with a black mane stretching from the back of his head to his seven tails.
  A smile stretched from ear to ear, his eyes glowed like fire and his claws cut into the earth.
   With the weapon of your choice it trembled in your hands and before you could even gain a train of thought.
   A faint voice of layered pitches rang in your ears....

"Spread the Word..."

What would you do?