Laura was switching between checking on the girl, the men around them, and observing Red Hood. He was quick, clean, and efficient. The last guy wasn't letting the girl go. In fact, he was backing away attempting to use her as a hostage to get clear once he noticed that the man in the Red Hood meant serious business. While he was still dealing with the other two clowns, she skirted around him.
The claws glinted in the light for a moment, just enough to distract. She punched toward him, and as predicted, he moved tried to move the girl in front of her strike. She retracted her claws, before dropping. Her foot came up beneath the guy, sweeping them both. The girl released, she caught her and moved her aside.
He rolled up to his feet, just in time to get a face full of boot. "Are you okay?"
He was dazed, but not down. The two blows to the head weren't as effective as they could have been. He swung a punch and then screamed. Her fist had kissed his, with the added bonus of the adamantium laced claws sticking out the back of his hand. "Apologize," she said quietly. He spewed a few bits of profanity before letting out a high pitched squeak.
The tip of her other claws were between his legs. "Apologize."