[ The raptor screeches, unappreciative of Toul's manners. (Everyone's a critic.) And it lunges at her, ready for lunch -
When a planet-shaped blast of light hurls from seemingly nowhere and knocks it backwards, flipping it head over heels over very confused tail. It howls and twitches but staggers to its feet.
Meanwhile, standing silhouetted behind Toul is a figure who certainly isn't the person she had just been running with, nope. For one thing, this one's wearing a miniskirt. ]
You okay? Don't mind your manners if it won't return the favor.