The beast recoiled from the Scourge, but the pain only did so much to the monster. It lashed a hand out to grasp the spear again, like it did with Cu--

--and missed, just barely, claws scratching the spear's haft before it struck. Ragnarok screamed, it's low tones picking up an echo of some unnatural, discordant wail. It swung at Pen and Shiva, but the motion was more of a flailing one as it crumpled to its knees, hunch over its wound.

Ragnarok heaved for breath it didn't need, it's limbs periodically shuddering.