A battle against a beast like this should not be dragged out. Alisa knew she had to end it fast in order to win.
She jumped, avoiding the tusks of the Mammoth, and thrust her sword right into the forehead of the beast!
“Everyone, look out!”
The Mammoth now ran around wildly, blood pouring out profusely from its forehead, leaving Tyrone and the rest in a desperate scramble to avoid becoming trampled. The Mammoth finally came to a stop when it crashed head first into the rear wall.
“Hah, just like a train with broken brakes.” (+1 MAGIC P)