Just like that, the woman is found- barely removed from where she had fallen.  She had concealed herself somehow, keeping Procella's staring eyes from glimpsing her body- though the imbalance of charge within her gave her away.  The spirit's eyes narrow.  What a tricky little thing this one is!  She will need to be careful in how she strikes- if her enemy is left with no net charge, she might slip into the air, becoming invisible, and attack Procella when she can't see! What a wonderful way of killing... the two might have been friends, if the human weren't such a horrible plaything.

Oh, she can see that Hisame is sad, her ruined body wracked with that horrid shaking, that so often emerges in humans overcome by sadness or fear.  It is pleasing to see- but Procella will not be fooled so easily.  "Liar!"  She spits out the word, suddenly pausing in her whirl as she faces Hisame, eyes narrowing.  This is just another nasty trick, another attempt to derail Procella's beautiful work of destruction.  The sword is gone- but where has it gone?  Is it now invisible too?

Once of the nice things about metal, however, is its conductivity.  All the storm spirit has to do is move the negative charges away from her hand, creating a net positive there.  And, of course, she does.  The negative charges in a metal are free to move, and negatives are attracted to positives- thus, the negative charges in any nearby metals now shift towards Procella, pulled towards the positive charge she is building up.  It isn't as powerful as her artificial charges- not enough to spark a lightning bolt -but it's enough of a movement for her senses to register, enough to immediately alert her of any metals present in the area.  The spirit, of course, does not see it in these terms.  To her, this is simply instinct, just another way of looking around.

Meanwhile, up high above, the clouds are growing thick and heavy.  Procella has been toying with this woman for a fair amount of time, now, and a storm is beginning to gather.  For now, it remains an embryo, but a fragment of a true tempest.  But even an embryo has stages of growth, and so too is this nascent storm becoming more powerful.  The first, light drops of rain now fall through the air, diving towards the scene of the battle below.