Pen's eyes widen as the shield begins to shimmer and crack, willing the Yahri to hurry up and form. This thing...it could tear her apart and she knows it. The armor won't completely protect her, she's aware. It's the one thing keeping her from being crushed already, the physical strength enhancement that it grants oddly reminiscent of power armor in some of her Japanese animes rather than any simple leather.

Fear isn't as distant as she'd like, and pain too. The rage...the almost-Freya like face...and the blankness of it are troubling. It's little better than an animal, and being this close only solidifies that.

When the claw rises, Pen's enhanced reflexes are all that keep her head in place. She jerks her head to one side at the last instant, the claw catching the tip of her braid and shearing off the end.

...just as Shiva's attack slams into the distracted monster's side. A wave of ice a dozen feet thick and ten feet wide launched at the Yahri's waist height smashes into the creature, passing harmlessly over Penelope and moving with enough force to send Ragnarok flying. Pen kips up as soon as she's free, the bubble reforming quickly.

"Thanks, Shiva."