Samyaza's song and Ignatius's urging are the last bit of encouragement she needs. The cold coming off the chassis is biting, and the sting of the iron is salt in the wounds she's already taken in her soul, but she's more determined than ever to get this done.

Peridot locks eyes with Eruka briefly. Snarling with determination, she starts to clamber the rest of the way up to the hole, thrusting the vorpal sword towards Eruka with her tail as she goes. "Take this! Help Syrlya!" she pleads, having no way of knowing that the grip on him has lessened by this point. Then she jumps and grabs the edge of the gash in the metal.

She'd be running on fumes by this point if it weren't for the encouragement and support of her allies, and her own vicious, desperate desire to put an end to this place. Gon barely needs to tell her what to do. She doesn't stick her arm in the hole; she hovers the knife, drawing it back before launching it through the gap instead, using Gild's boost to her stabbing abilities to land the target. And once it's in, she just doesn't stop stabbing. She stabs, and stabs, and slashes, and stabs, and slashes, yowling with a fury that she's been sitting on since the day the Huntsman's spear skewered the Ringmaster.