"It takes a lot more than a few needles to destabilize a Peridot's form." She continues to move her arms in erratic movements, trying to guide the knife. The pygmies, knowing they are thoroughly outclassed and also this green goblin thing is FREAKY AS HELL, decide to retreat with angry squeals, some of them even throwing rocks and twigs as they depart, as if to discourage pursuit.

Or maybe just to assure they get the last 'word' somehow.

Peridot watches them depart with a gleeful expression, pointing and laughing. "Hah! Look at them run! They've clearly never seen such elegance and precision in combat before."