[ Matt's certainly not gonna be the one to disprove Misa's theory. Maybe it's not ego exactly, the way he cranes towards connection like a plant seeking the sun, but the end result is the same: a small thrill of pleasure that, despite everything going on right now, she's near him.

That's all background, of course. Undertow. The top of Matt's brain follow's Misa's gaze, his lips twitching into a frown of displeasure at the violence erupting around them. At her suggestion, his frown sharpens with curiosity. ]

That's a good idea, [ he realizes, and adds sheepishly, ] I guess I've been, like, mostly trying to put out fires. Metaphorically.

[ He considers the array of weapons. ]

I could cast some kind of spell ... like a shield or something, to keep them contained. But I might need a few tries to get all of them, since the radius isn't that big?