Haya let out a low grumble then whispered to herself, "You asked for it, pew pew pew pew pew!." She yelled. There was a pause, then a flurry of magical bullets came streaming out of her finger tips, burning holes into trees and melting rocks into molten liquid. It would had been lethal, if any of them had actually hit their mark. "Dammit," She cursed under her breath. She cleared her throat. "That was, totally intentional, a warning of sorts." She stated attempting to play off her terrible close range aim. "Yeah so, money please."