For a woman clad in a tin can, Sam seemed rather calm and collected as though her tin would protect her from the gnarly beasts.
Ray started a little at the reply, her feet quaking a little but she still hold still. "Whoever you are - I do hope you know what you are doing." She breathed as she took a step back and to the side of the stranger as her eyes caught something from the edge of her vision.
She took a deep breath and slowly lowered herself down. Her fingers quickly clamp around the dark graphite rocks as she raised herself up slowly. Sam needed a distraction right? It wasn't the most profound of plans or strategies but in game play, Ray knew she had to improvise from time to time to get the desired results.
Ray still didn't know what Sam was going to do with a distraction but if that thing she was holding in her hands was any good - they stand a chance of still surviving. Her eyes followed the sword edge down Sam's arms.
"On my count." She breathed so softly as her fingers clenched around the pebble. "One" The muscles in her arm contracted as she pulled her hand to the back slowly without menace. "Two."
"Three." It was said so calmly as though nothing was of great importance.
Her arm snapped forward like a sling shot - the rock propelled into the air behind the cats into the jungle from where they came from.