Artemis watches with an appreciative look, because he hadn't mentioned his boomerangs exploded. "Not too shabby, I admit. Except don't you run out of them awfully fast that way? They're kinda big, to carry a bunch of them."

Her tone is still teasing as she plucks a particular arrow out of her quiver. It's got a thick rounded tip - blunt rather than sharp - and she takes aim right for the middle of the approaching swarm of cultists. When she looses it, it flies straight for the center, not aimed at any particular attacker. But when it gets in the midst of them, the tip explodes outwards, sending a deadly burst of tiny darts and shrapnel. Several bodies tumble and Artemis already has arrows lined up to drop the ones who'd only been slowed by the blast and sends three flying simultaneously to finish the task.