The Storm Crashes Out

Phanuel howled like a wolf towards the ever-increasing winds. There seemed to be no end to this thing, and her powers were not enough to just rip it apart as usual. She also had to use her Winged Serpent for the others instead of herself so that made this really difficult.

For a few moments, everything seemed to be falling apart. She had no counterplay, nothing to offer ,and how long she could withstand this assault was a question that she herself was in the process of figuring out as time went out.

It all seemed rather hopeless, but even here she persisted, she had to find any way to fight back. If not for herself, for the others that had fallen in battle, for those that had failed to do what she did.

Suddenly, in her moment of weakness, she felt her body begin to move, taking over her own actions as if she were being puppeteered.