She crept back out of range as she watched as damaged legs curled up under it as it thrashes. They had to have hurt at least half by this point, but legs were only half the problem if it still could grab them or spear them. She tried to remember what she knew of these creatures from home. Did they have weak spots?

"Think pan might be under the eyes--if we can get in. No knife, just this." She hefts the wrench and tilts her head to watch it, "It's big enough that it'd have to lose a lot of blood to dry out and die. If we do it that way, we'll be here forever."