Rashad's response to the snarl is to draw himself up onto the balls of his feet and spread his arms, attempting to appear yet larger still. Unfortunately he mostly manages to present a yet larger target, and the microscope that comes winging his way scores a glancing blow against his shin that makes him stagger for a moment.

She will not be intimidated or herded, then. So be it. "OUT," he commands, voice booming, and he rushes at her, lobbing a smallish fireball at her hindquarters to drive the point home, still working under the assumption that she's an unruly animal to be removed from the premises rather than a sapient foe.