"O-oh...right!" She scrambles back across the ground on all fours before scooping up her axe and trotting over. There's a long moment where she looks at the squirming Beast with fear in her eyes. As she brings the axe up those little stone eyes become cold and hard.

She swings. She swings again and again till wet pulpy sounds fill the air and the creatures blood is running down her axe handle.

She stops after her axe as started making cuts in the ground under what used to be the beasts head.

She didn't utter a sound the entire time. Not a cry or a scream, just stone cold anger.