Procella cackles with delight as she blasts Hisame straight off her feet, sending her flying into a tree several meters away.  What a marvelous toy this is!  She strides forward again, eager to play with it some more- but stops short, as the seemingly crippled body suddenly jerks with renewed movement, suddenly alive and hateful.  The storm spirit scowls.  Just when it was having so much fun... why won't she play along?  Suddenly, Procella is no longer gleefully prancing about, but instead stands still, silent, glaring.

Then suddenly she stretches out one hand again, fingers splayed.  "Burn, bitch"  And lightning sparks once again from her bare forearm, only this time it's not aimed at Hisame.  Instead, it forks, bright tendrils flying out on all sides of her, striking the ground around her.  Procella did not spend much time gathering charge for this strike, and the divided bolts do not have nearly as much raw power as the one that had struck Hisame- but they are still very fast, and very very hot.  And the ground around the fallen woman, covered with fallen leaves and creeping roots and other such debris of the forest, is extremely flammable.

Wherever the electricity strikes, the ground bursts into flame, which spreads rapidly to become a blazing bonfire centered more or less where Hisame fell.  

This display, however, is not nearly enough to quell Procella's sudden rage.  Even as the flame rises, she gathers charge around her hand, the right one this time, which still clutches a knife.