Tifa was nearest after the others' attacks, but the creature--if it could really even be called that--moved clumsily with all that bulk. She dodged to the side of its charge easily enough, and the icy horn-like protrusions on what might have been its head and shoulders cracked against the ground where she had stood.

She didn't have anything like the magic or the weapons of her teammates, but she didn't find that any more daunting now than she had fighting monsters back home. They'd already discovered some kind of weak spot, so the only thing for it was to keep pounding away at it until it gave out.

Still with the momentum of her dodge, and before the creature could recover from its attack, her foot flashed forward. It passed through the watery film of skin, and her metal-edged boot connected with the ice beneath.

There. Another small chip to show for it.