Even as the crippled snake hits the ground hissing and squirming with the last of whatever life force empowered it, a heavy boot stomps down on it further cracking stone and pinning it in place until it stops its bitching. Raye scowls down at it until it goes still... then spits on the remains and steps off. Her twin Scissor Blades fold up in her hands and she slips them through a pair of loops on her jacket sleeves to be retrieved easily when needed.

She gives an unhappy glance toward the orange dinosaur, definitely the sign of another Numbered, before throwing a harsh glower at the two human bystanders. Yeah. Two bystanders.

"Okay, so what the fuck part of 'get outta here' went over your heads, huh?" She stops in place, and spins to face the two of them. Her hands in her pockets but her shoulders squared up with an unmistakable air of confrontation. "You just came this close to gettin' smashed into fuckin' paste."