It might be a bit overkill considering how many missiles there are in comparison to the number of blugus. Maybe it's not the best way to cope with things, going from upset and hurt to angry but crying about things isn't going to help anyone or clear up their current problems.

The fish don't know what hit them, clearly not expecting such a retaliation, just when they seem to have finally realized their own quills were being turned against them. The bright missiles fly forth and hit their targets easily, light flaring with each impact. A few fried fish bodies tumble to the waters below, but some seem to dissolve in the air, prompting both the turtle boys' sigils on their arms to glow.