Freya grins as Dante dashes off, sticking the axe into the dirt with a short chop. She waits until he's a ways ahead before running towards the beast herself, shifting the Halligan bar into both hand as she ran.

She whistles sharply at the creature to get its attention upon approach. She might not be able to see it, shrouded in the dark like that, but if she could see the glowing eyes, she knew where the head was. Freya swings the pick-end of the tool in an upward stroke, aiming to catch the throat or underside of the chin.