Her spell was working; part of the problem being people excited and engaged in fight-or-flight often had higher levels of adrenaline. Which meant the battle of 'lack of oxygen' vs. 'continue to do things' was a battle for seconds of time.

Her spell made their jobs easier. The farm-hand who'd been reaching for her looked pleased then surprised at the sudden shove. Especially since his balance was already shaky because of her spell. Likewise, his afflicted-by-hate-buddy didn't react well to suddenly having a body shoved at him. The pitch-fork started to go flying, as the two collided from Nita's shove.

Then caught, and Trunks used the haft to strike the hate-afflicted farm hand to knock him out. His buddy was already unconscious due to the collision and lack of oxygen. Everyone else was either knocked out (by Trunks) or unconscious (thanks to Nita).

"Nice job, you okay?" Genuine admiration and relief there with a smile. Tossing the pitchfork carefully away, offering Nita a hand if she wanted it. "The love-arrows almost seem to be going out at random, and less so than the hate-ones. I don't think the thief is actually aiming those, so much as just getting rid of them."