The woman looks more like swiss cheese than a boxer, riddled with the sum of attacks that equal to one bloody mess.

Dripping with vital fluids, she's been reduced to the sorry state of a defeated hopeful. Arms frozen in ice, body marked with cuts and punctured flesh, the stems of arrows stuck in her appendages as they had missed her vitals. At this rate there was no other choice but to use the trump card she'd been saving. It was her direst of wishes that she would be able to handle them on their own, but unfortunately it seemed a fool's errand to not use it.

"That's.. how it's going to be, then? You brought this.. upon yourselves!"

The ice at her wrists shatters like shards of glass, her exhausted arms rising above her head as they no longer have the ability to punch. Orbs flash around her, a multitude of colors encircling her as she seems to summon a light show of magic around her body.

"Summoning.. Shiva, come forth~!"