There they are, fighting those giant rats.
But now the small rats are finally attacking in earnest.

Ruby does her best to fight them with gun and claw and even just crushing a rat underfoot now and then, but the vermin are utterly fearless and too many. She should have stayed in the hut, she thinks, and dealt with them at the door.
But then the grenade goes off too close by, and though a bit of shrapnel hits her wing, the little rats are helpless for the moment.
She shakes them off, draws a deep breath through the pain of the dust in the air, and breathes out a wave of flame to engulf the rat swarm.