Nico raked gravel out of her arm with her nails, releasing more blood to trickle down toward her elbow.

"Disco inferno."

It wasn't dancing to death in red-hot iron shoes, but Nico was pretty sure that spell would be appropriate at some point in the future. But the way the flames were musical instead of crackling wasn't completely ridiculous.

"That should take care of that," she said, backing away from the musically-writhing bug-thing and toward Abed. She didn't want to look away from it until she was sure it was dead -- no last minute surprise lunges, thank you."