The moment the large man with the equally-large axe gets rid of the demons, Hermione stumbles forward a little, the barrier no longer keeping anything back. They'd... disappeared. Like ghosts.

But not all of them.

The things that look like they might have been human once upon a time are probably the absolutely worst things she's seen in a while, and that's saying something. When one of them charges for her, she momentarily forgets that her wand is broken and makes a foolish attempt to Apparate at least further down the path away from all this ice and madness... only to end up staggering just outside the fray, close enough that she can feel the whoosh of air as something races past her to try and get into the thick of the fighting.

Well. She'd at least managed to momentarily evade the thing that had been coming at her. Now she just happens to be practically in the middle of the rest of them, close enough that she can probably climb the horned man like a tree until she figures out how to get her wand to do something right.

Given the scream of the monster closest to her, she decides to turn and run before she ends up being tempted to do just that.