((The robotic arm wouldn't dull the point, but it would block the attack. If anything, the drill would damage the robotic arm if Jet tried too hard to hold it off.))
Again, Shakira growls to herself as the ice cream trucks disappear through the other portal leaving Jet in one piece. So instead, she goes for a more lethal attack. Especially since wavelength attacks didn't seem to be enough.
"YOU STUPID HIPPO FACE!"
Clenching her fists, she listens for the ground to start rumbling until it started cracking. Out of the cracks came a large, floating spike in the shape of a waffle cone. Aiming it at the dangling Jet, she points at him. A grin crossed her face as the spike headed straight for Jet's shoulder. It wasn't big enough for him to lose an arm, but it was big enough to dislocate his shoulder or shatter his collar bone.