"Healthy plan." Getting chomped by jaws that big would be a bad way to go. He followed her across the rooftop, watching as the device changed colors and clearly didn't have the effect on the beast she'd been hoping for, but even as she'd thrown he'd reached into his coat pocket, producing a fan of cards that were already glowing with a faint magenta thrum of energy by the time the device started failing at its purpose in life.

The big croc wheeled on the surprisingly strong if petite woman, hissing a spray of anger and challenge at her and Remy let the fan of cards fly. Two of them sailed into the creature's open maw, one skittered to a fizzled halt atop the lapping water, and the last found a place between two plates along the beast's spine.

"Might wanna get outta there, chere. Dat ain't gonna be pretty in a second."