Emotional Slap

"We've gone over this."

"-and you needed special facilities," he continued. "Because she went to the Birdcage, the Baumann Parahuman Containment Center, and she left you with eight arms, ten hands, three heads with one additional face that had no head or skull to go with it, two-"

I used my aura, hard, and I wasn't sure it was purely by reflex. It was the closest thing I had at hand to slapping him across the face.

In the doing, I hit my team, and from the sounds of it, I hit the audience.

I was keenly aware of the silence that followed. Of the noises from the audience that had been affected. Lookout's eyes were wide behind the mask she wore on her fake, projected face.

Gary spoke, "That, for the benefit of our audience-"

"Please be quiet for a second," I said, my head lowered a fraction.

"-was a power use. Antares has the ability to project emotions, and she just gave everyone here, including our audience, a moment of abject terror."

"How dare you?" Hamza barked.

"How dare you?" Capricorn retorted. "Opening up someone's old wounds and getting affronted when they react?"

- Beacon 8.12