The shield-bubble, unsurprisingly, seemed to offend Ragnarok, just like the existence of literally everything else. The beast slammed a fist against the offending bubble, the force rippling violently across the barrier's surface. Its claws scraped against the bubble, digging into the spell like some kind of giant egg. The creature roared, and begin to pull; a crack appeared, quickly widening into a fissure and sending magical sparks arcing.

If it were a movie, or one of those cheesy animated shows of Pen's... perhaps this is where there'd be some flicker of recognition, or maybe hesitation; but no, nothing sat in those blank eyes. Nothing but murderous rage could be found the beast's distorted cries, and the moment the weakness appeared in the bubble, Ragnarok slammed its head against the fissure in the shield.

The barrier shattered. The Cie'th's weight fell harder against the bar of the spear, and it reared a clawed hand, tail whipping wildly behind it, and drove its claws down at Penelope's head.