That lack of recognition would have hurt if Penelope had time to process it more than a cursory acceptance that it wasn't there. She'd prepared herself for this as much as she could, though. She would not back down, and this was something like what she had expected. Freya was gone, replaced with this savage thing. And that meant a fight.

Cu slammed his feet down into the earth, planting himself firmly and swinging a huge hand at Ragnarok's claw. The blows connected solidly, the sheer force of the Cieth's strike rippling through the fat of demon-flesh. Claws dug in, poisonous blood oozing from the wound, but the demon didn't so much as acknowledge the hit. It's other hand swung in hard, aimed to cuff the smaller creature with an open palmed slap.

Pen, on the other hand, moved back. She knew that brawling with this thing up close was not something she personally could do. That was a job for Cu and her friends, and so she touched two stones in rapid succession. Behind Ragnarok, Gilgamesh made an appearance with a somber expression, all six hands holding enormous blades. And off to one side, purposefully summoned in a bush...Tons lay waiting for a chance to attack.

"Gil. This is it. We have to stop her" Pen willed to the Yahri through the stone, a sense of resolve the only answer from the spirit. Then he surged forward, all six swords bared, swinging downwards to the agile enemy engaged with the demon.