With a final, massive slam, the scene is complete.  A fallen tree, a blazing fire, and a lost soul, put to rest in a brutal, theatrical manner.  Procella ducks away with short, swift steps, evading the wayward branches that came swinging down with the trunk.  She supposed the tree would be dead too now- a fitting end, sacrificing its life to end another's torture.  

She laughed wildly, pleased by the whole affair.  Yes, this would do.  She didn't get to have her fun, but there was little left now- and the storm was already satisfied enough.  A pleasant little ruin had been left in her wake, another small mark scarred onto the world with madness and lightning.  Who knew, maybe the fire would spread, catch the whole forest alight!

But there was little reason to stay here.  If she stuck around much longer, it would begin to rain, and the fire would be doused before it could truly grow glorious.  The storm had done its work here.  It was time to move on, to find other unfortunate victims to burn, strike, and cut until they met their own, marvelous ends.  

And so, Procella turned, and walked away, heading off into the wild and windy forest while Hisame burned to ashes behind her.  She glances back, one last time, as she leaves.  Strange, how the girl had gripped the katana so fiercely, even to the end.  But Procella was not one to linger on such things, and soon went on her way.