It had been a good idea, doing this is the middle of the day. Midnight may have been when Anya was at full strength, but it was also Kumiko's time. And the vampire was a lot weaker in the daytime than Anya was, as was her magic. Still, the shielding spells were annoying.
"Geth na haroth castellum tol," Anya started before rolling her black eyes and calling on every scrap of power she had until the ground began to shake slightly.
"Alright Higher Powers, listen up. I suck at dead languages, but you know damn well what I want. And let's face it, it's what you want too. So you are going to give me this and you're going to do it now. Because you listened when Willow got all shouty at you like this and you know what? I am a lot scarier than she is. I may not have the power level, but I was a demon for a thousand years buddy and I swear to D'Hoffryn if you don't break the damn crystal now I will come up there myself and vengeance-kick you all to hell."
Magic wasn't just about words. It was about focus. And getting angry and sarcastic was exactly what Anya needed to focus her energy. The experiences as a demon, the fear of failing this and what it could mean, the mixture of words and techniques she'd been learning from so many different magical sources in this city, her familiarity with the magical frequencies of this world. All of it poured into the marble during her rant, her connection to the spirit world still open. And all of it combined was enough.
The marble flew from her hand, its aim true as it hurtled through the city and onto its target. Kumiko, sleeping as she was, remained oblivious.
Anya dropped to her knees exhausted as the energy faded away, a tired wave of her hand putting out the candles, counter clockwise this time to release the circle. She raised her head to offer a tired smirk to Peter.
"Oh yeah, I'm badass." She lay back on the ground with a tired laugh. "Ok, if that didn't work I am all out of ideas."