[The Gloom]

A tentacle the size of a tree-trunk, moving at freight-train speeds against a prone target with impaired mobility due to the fact that her last (largely unimpressive) assault burned the tips of her fingers off. That doesn't sound too promising. Only the sheer ridiculous number of protective enchantments Kr placed on herself before coming to the Gloom prevent her from doing her best impersonation of a bug on the windscreen of a F-35 fighterjet traveling at supersonic speeds, and more than half of them fail outright when confronted from the sheer force of the impact, the rest serving well enough to prevent her ribs from shattering and her organs from rupturing as she gets knocked a fair distance by the whirling tentacle, tumbling through the air like a golf ball aggressively chipped out of a bunker by a particularly disgruntled bank sub-manager on a gloomy Saturday morning.