She-ra jumps to avoid the blow, and the ground shudders where it connects. The creature is massive, but it's slow -- dodging its attacks shouldn't be difficult. It's all a matter of how to subdue it.

She morphs her sword into a rope at first, then takes a series of running leaps around the creature, aiming for each limb as it's raised for an attack. But even with its supernatural properties, the rope can't contain the beast's sheer strength, and the monster breaks free of its binds every time. Maybe if Bow were here, with his sticky-goo arrows, or if Glimmer could temporarily blind it with her sparkles--

But they're not here, and She-ra has to do this on her own.

Forfeiting the rope approach, she shapes her weapon back into a sword. She needs a new tactic. The giant, single eye in the middle of its face is the obvious weak point, but she wouldn't feel right going for it. This isn't another Horde bot, it's something alive, something that belongs in this forest. And if she had to guess, it's only upset due to the fresh set of claw marks marring the bark of its face.

So, for her new plan, she goes for the trees. She chops them off at the base as the monster gives chase, and they come tumbling down all around it, big and heavy enough to hinder its movements. But of course, each successful blow only serves to make it more upset, and its instincts seem to sharpen with anger-- with a great, deep roar, it shakes off its wooden trappings, and charges at her with an unforeseen speed. She-ra, caught off-guard, doesn't move away in time-- and its tree-branch claws sink into the flesh of her arm, producing a choked, anguished scream.