Weathers Amiss

Phanuel was screaming into the sky. These foolish little cretins really thought that they could slaughter her people and get away with it? They thought they could flounder their corpses like trophies and not be taught a lesson?

Her eyepatch glowed red as she gritted her teeth and smiled manically. 

"I will ensure you suffer ten times for each one you murdered!"

Her voice echoed into the thunderstorms, and the Jinn laughed, creating bolts of lightning that began to churn in the air. There was no hesitation, no need to hold back. They would need to wipe them out, especially the strong ones.

So, without any warning, they began to fire bolts of lightning onto the ground that carved a line through the valley with enough force to sunder a city in mere moments. 

It was so mighty, in fact, that had it continued, it would have made a new valley in no time. However, that was never going to happen under Phanuel's watch.