Huh. He hadn't expected her to just blow herself back over a pile, but he gives her a ten count to get settled before he sets himself directly in the path of an oncoming swarm and brings his hands together in a thunderous clap.

The rats are tossed backward like chaff in a strong wind, most tumbling and lying inert when they fetch up against junk hills, while those that do get up again wander in disoriented, looping paths.

"Rats. Couldn't be something my size, nooooo, gotta be cyborg rats."