White hot all consuming rage boils over me and I can't tell whether the ringing in my ears is the rage or the aftermath of the explosion but it doesn't matter. My magic whips around me in a maelstrom of pure malevolent murderous intent, its practically a roiling miasma and I lose control of it, my glamours that I maintain disintegrate a the magic lashes out in my rage. I summon the attackers. It's not that hard to summon things you don't know the location of, even if it's vaguely defined. As long as you have enough magic in theory you could summon someone from the other side of the planet, though no one has that level of power, not even me. They scream as they fly towards me and I register that in the moment it sounds like the most pleasing music to my ears. the five of them are now floating in front of me with all of the coordination of baby ducks, and the fear is coming of them in waves.