Raylan tries to stop her for a half second, but the way she tears away from his grasp was enough to make him take pause. Athena was different in that she could defend herself in ways that didn't involve needing a firearm or, really, worrying too much about one in front of her. It didn't stop his stomach from dropping out as she surged ahead or as she started singing.

He'd seen her flex her Gift, but he hadn't seen her flex it like this. In fact, he doesn't think he's ever heard her so angry, or sing so.. wholeheartedly.

Raylan can only stand there dumbly, watching as Boyd's jewelry, the pocket watch in his waistcoat, the belt buckle at his waist rusting away, but he manages an amazed huff of a half laugh as Boyd's clothes start to vanish.

"What the hell?!?" Boyd exclaims, franticly pressing hands over everything in a failed attempt to keep them there. When he looks back up, there's half a note of terror in his eyes. "How-"

"I suggest y'all start runnin'," Raylan darkly supplies from over Athena's shoulders. "I'd hate to see what she can do once you're in the nude, huh?"

Boyd wasn't going to take that advice lightly and backed up a few steps before scrambling off the porch with a few frantic gestures at his men. "RUN, GO GO GO."

Raylan steps past Athena and off the porch to watch, head tilting to the side as his features lift in amusement. "Never thought I'd be so happy to see a naked ass in my life," he says quietly before looking over at Athena.

"Good job. You okay?"