Anvi grins, taking satisfaction in the way the kaiju writhes and struggles in Talos' grip. The electricity is a pain, but not a game-ender; the mech is more than capable of dealing with curveballs, and so is she. Anvi jerks the mech's arm, flinging the kaiju one way and then the other, to try and disorient it. She digs her heels in as the mech throws the weight around, feeling just a little queasy from the sustained movement. Talos' hands grapple at the claws, trying to keep it from grazing the mech's chest. 

Then, with a heavy, shuddering pull of her thrusters, Anvi lifts one giant, mechanical, metal leg and guides the foot downward to deliver a satisfying stomp on the kaiju's shrived head. Is the head rip-off-able? Maybe. She's about to find out. She's going to sustain some damage from its flippers, but Dr. McCulloch will just have to live with it. You don't make an omelet without breaking a few eggs - or bones, or mechanical parts.