47 took advantage of the minute distraction. She may have been small but the knife trying to carve into the ice was just annoyance enough to gain the beast's attention. So the hitman swung his shovel hard into the creature's head as it looked away from him. He grit his teeth against the twang of the blow, the return vibrations painful from the thickness of the ice. It didn't stop him from swinging the shovel again in another attack.

Agent 47 was nothing if not tenacious. Besides, he wanted this creature dead so they could move on.