Ryūko grimaced at the spazzing, dismembered tail on the ground before turning her attention to the lizardman closing in on Kyosuke. The kid had been her responsibility, and the tail-shedder had gotten past her. At least Usagi was doing her job. The dragonewt could almost hear the whine of the dart before it stuck into the human's neck. 

[i]Well, at least Misa is gonna get chewed out for once[/i], thought Ryūko, an amused chuckle emanating from her throat. She charged at the lizardman being pelted with his own tail by a werebunny. If this weren't a combat situation, she'd have been rolling on the pavement laughing her tail off. But right now it was all business. 

The dragonewt tackled her target, and straddled his chest, one of her weapons pointed between his eyes. Ryūko's expression looked damn near deranged. "I know what you're thinking: 'Did she fire 20 shots or only 19?' Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement I kind of lost track myself," she said in her best Clint Eastwood voice. "But even though these aren't real bullets, a shot from point-blank range would dent your skull pretty good. Now, you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel lucky?'" A wide, predatory grin crossed her features. "Well... do ya, punk?"