It's kind of surprising how easily she takes him apart. In fact, it's so easy that there's no real reward to it. No feeling of satisfaction, as she look at his oddly cleanly cut apart body.

No. She hasn't won. And she never will.

She howls, lifting the axe up again and, this time, bringing the blunt side of the head down at Discords face. And lifting it up and bringing it down again. And again. Stop smiling at her, you asshole. She'll rearrange that when she bashes your face into being non-recognizable.