The doll laughs again. This girl really has no idea what she's up against. She thinks she and Nick have had scuffles in the past, but she has no clue what kind of damage Nick is capable of inflicting.

She's about to find out.

"Kill you? Great idea. Don't mind if I do."

The doll raises her hands in front of her, and a cloud of dark energy appears in the space between her hands. It starts out as a small thing, maybe the size of a softball, and as she moves her hands slowly apart, the churning cloud grows, widening and intensifying. When it's as wide as the doll's shoulders, she turns her palms toward Emily and hurls the cloud in her direction with a brisk shove.