Oh, here was a little vicious spitfire. He could be useful in a fight, but Raven was hard-pressed to realize that the X-men had probably done their song and dance and deluded the boy. And he was quicker and had more tricks than Marko, no wonder he had given the brute trouble. Magic was always so tricky to work around.
Laura scoffed and sneered at him. "Why would I keep that piece of trash? Was I supposed to treasure it?" She bared claws again and took up a defensive stance, making sure to keep the boy sandwiched between her and Cain.
He did something magical and threatening and she flicked on a beeping detonator. "Screwball, corner pocket," she offered and threw it up in the room, letting the energy scrambler rip through the area, hopefully mess with the magic.