Lana watched, all of her attention on Ilia's hands until the words she was saying brought her up short. She knew what people could do with their bare hands, and it didn't take being a hulking brute to do it.

Then she thought of Ema staring down one of those patchwork creatures, and put away the image of another person at the end of her fist. She mimed the motion slowly, then more quickly, and then she couldn't stall any longer.

"Take that," she thought, as she thrust her right fist forward.

To her mortification, she said it out loud, and loudly enough to startle herself.

The punch itself was angled wrong, and she'd made one of the classic novice's mistakes, though she hadn't realized it yet -- her thumb was inside her fist. Easy way to break it, and a tell-tale sign that someone had tried to punch something, which was the only reason she might have even possibly have known better. But her hand whipped out, followed by her shoulder, throwing weight behind it without losing her balance.