[ Except the faint shimmer that was visible around the floating pumpkin was a magnetic shield. The pumpkin guts simply splattered against it making for a very squishy spinning orb. Out of curiosity, Erik lets the shield dissipate. The guts and the knife fall to the floor in a rather satisfying splat. ]

Fantastic.

[ He grins. Because who doesn't like a little harmless delinquency? Or even the harmful kind, though this isn't really the time or place. ]

Do you have any control over the size of the explosion? Could you do some sort of microburst, for example?