The bullet hits its mark, punching through reptilian skull and spattering black blood, teeth and other unpleasant biological debris upon the rough terrain its legs have been smeared upon. The head left alive twitches as if it, too, had been shot, before blinking its feline eyes and letting out a high pitched mourning wail, all fear and bristling fury.

Its broken body lurches to lunge itself uselessly towards where Blink had been standing, a loud snap of its jaws closing in thin air - but it won't be going far, with one dead head dangling off its split neck, forelimbs clawing against the ground and bones splintered through where its knees used to be.

Around it, glass shards start moving along the ground as if caught up in an invisible wind. An absent charm in an effort to fix at least the windshield, the incantation inaudible to Blink and Cindy. Lucius has, by now, gotten out of the vehicle for the express purpose of a better vantage point.

Presumably, they are currently alone.