Okay. The labcoat lady is seriously wounded, the sunglasses guy has lost control of his skeleton and given up, the knife guy and tough guy have pretty much taken each other out (as far as she knows), the mime is tied up, and the robot has been convinced to go home. That's everyone dealt with!

The unicorn, which has been waiting a little way down the road since Anchor dismounted, makes a nervous whinnying sound, and she waves at it to say 'go ahead'. So it trots over towards the driver who was convinced to become a human shield, and lays its horn against him to try to mend his bullet wounds somewhat.
"Okay Briar, let her go." Anchor isn't entirely convince the dog knows or will follow that instruction, but it should be said.

She walks up carefully to try to grab back her spear.
"Are you done? I mean, am I going to have to kill you?"