Abigail frowned at the destruction as well as it's failure to cause any harm to the marine enemy.  It was a pretty good trick, and against nearly any other foe would have left a lot more of a mark.  As it was the man-turtle didn't look any worst for the wear.  If anything, he seemed a great deal happier than he'd been for the whole encounter.  It was a bit depressing.  

Her hand was still on the blade's handle when the acid spinning top rushed towards her.  With a bit of effort it was certain she could get it out, but it was deep enough that there wasn't any way to do it without some elbow grease.  "Well damn it!"

She jumped out of the way as the turtle came closer and ran towards the opposite side of the room.  "Damn it!  Damn it!"  She mumbled looking around for whatever it was she was going to do next.  "Why can't anything be simple?"  She held her hand up and narrowed her eyes.  Red sparks of electricity started swarming around her hand.  

"Well, maybe this time there'll be more of an effect."  She grinned and pointed her open palm at the Yami.