The ground wasn't just littered with disheveled mounts of earth and chasms anymore, but also large burning portions of bark and roots that had been chipped away, exposing so many tender and vulnerable portions of the creature. Alice skidded back, leaving marks from the heels of her boots, letting out a breath as a few butterflies and even now colorful feathers fluttered away, scattering.

"Certainly," there was a much heavier weight in her hands, that hobby horse of a mallet once more making an appearance, stance changing as needed to hold it and be ready to move. "It's about time to sink this thing back down where it came from."

Slice and dice, and then hammer it in to a hole.