"Fuck." Jason would really rather lie there, perhaps indefinitely, but Coraline's here and they're still under attack. He bolts upright, aiming the only weapon he has, his gauntlet, at the treeline, but there's nothing there.

"Do you see them?" he whispers to her, twisting his head to look around. "Hey! Show yourself!" The words leave him so hard it seems like they should hurt, but mostly they just feel powerful, and in the split second Jason has to witness it he could swear he sees the column of his voice fly towards the nearest tree.

And blast it into matchsticks.