This time Penelope is ready, braced and prepped for battle. And she has a dance partner. The tail comes down, and slides off a hastily constructed barrier of ice, the sheer force spraying chips of it everywhere. Pen's spear jabs in three quick, sharp strikes, a staccato rhythm to the attacks aimed at the monster's feet, knees, and shoulders. Disabling strikes.

Shiva follows up with a volley of crystalline shards, hoarfrost spears as long as a man's arm seeking to prevent the monster from evading Penelope's attack.