Gilgamesh laughs, his solemn attitude breaking as the thrill of a fight takes over. Despite Penelope's situation, the spirit can't help but enjoy a good fight, and the bench is batted aside with the buster sword it holds in one hand. The tree, however...is something else entirely. He ducks away from it, moving aside. The trunk continues it's arc, and if not for something huge moving into the way it would've collided with Penelope.

Cu rocks back onto his ass with the force of the blow, the tree bouncing off it's blubbery hide.

"What...?" Pen all but gasps, surprised at the thing's loyalty, but then stops to think. If she goes away, he goes away. It's as much self interest as anything. It gives her a moment to act, too. Thrusting out a hand, she hurls another spell. This one streaks out towards Ragnarok and explodes into a shower of lacerating energy tendrils, cutting and slicing and aiming to rip through that rock-like exterior.