Sadly, Fatima had ample experience with supernatural creatures biting others. But her mind was generally so occupied with the thought of vampires, that she didn't really have room for much else. She knew Mages existed. Werewolves were horrifying. And there were Changelings out there. But somehow, none of that lore had ever left a lot of room to think about...well...magical fireflies.

Or trolls, but those had lost precedence.

She scowled a little bit, looking up at the bugs. That would explain a lot. But correlation didn't necessarily equal causation. Or however that saying went.

So she bit down on the inside of her cheek. Hard. Hard enough to feel blood pool on her tongue. With well-practiced ease, she channeled that blood, feeling power fizzle on her fingertips. She directed it at the nearest convenient bug. And suddenly, said bug froze. Suspended in midair. Like it had suddenly been stuck in amber. And once it was holding still, she could finally see its stinger.

"Damn..." she muttered. "That makes so much sense..."