Got it, Emma answered. An excruciatingly long handful of seconds passed...
And then the fae - careless, cocky, confident, whatever it was - stepped right beneath the tree Emma and Kai were perched in.
Take this, you LARPing losers, Emma thought just before she opened up full force on the two of them.
Being a teenager, and an especially stressed-out and confused one at that, there was no shortage of inner turmoil for Emma to tap into and channel into the fae hunters. She tweaked their inner ears and sense of balance as best she could, but most of her energy went into a steady stream of violence.
It was possible she drew on memories of the second Lord of the Rings movie, the part where that one elf died in SUPER DRAMATIC SLOW-MO. Maybe.
On top of that, there was a lifetime of misery, bigotry and pain. Every erg of flatscan chauvinism was turned around and unleashed on the two fair folk.
Bitches have it coming, she said to herself over and over in the endless instant of her attack.
Somehow, after some point, she snapped out of it and back into the physical world. "Did it work...?" she mumbled, trying to focus.