With the curtains now drawn around the mysterious shelter, it is almost time to bring the show to a close.  Each of the two strange women have a moment of reprieve from the other, a moment to recover and prepare, but it is evident that each will try to strike soon.  The storm is now reaching its peak, and its growing rumbling betrays impatience.

Procella is strong now, drawing power from the tempest.  Having finished cutting away leaves, she stabs one of her knives high up in the bark of the tree she sat in- leaving her with three left -and leaps down to the ground, landing on both feet with almost casual ease.  From there, she kneels, and stares with eyes drunk on bloodlust.  Her knife hacks into nearby bark, scoring it deeply and producing showers of splinters and chips, though it is a poor substitute indeed for the sweet, soft flesh and rains of blood that it seeks.  But the spirit holds herself back.  The moment is not long away, for her power is building now.

She had already created a strong positive charge in Hisame, used in both her earlier strikes and to attract the myriad leaves.  But there was another use for it, one she had predicted she might need.  Now, she raises its concentration further, worsening the imbalance with every second, to more and more frightening levels.  There is a limit to how powerful Procella's lightning attacks can be, a limit to how much imbalance she can create at once, but in this case she is only doing so for a single node, and pouring everything into it.  This time, she was not striking alone.

For in storm clouds, negative charges have a tendency to gather in the lower reaches, and in turn create a net positive in the surface of the ground.  When the net difference between the two is high enough, lightning is produced naturally.  Normally, this would strike tall or conductive objects, but the massive positive charge being built up in and around Hisame is massively attractive, not only ensuring that lightning will strike there, but making the bolt more powerful.

And, in but a moment, it comes.  Through the cover of leaves, it is unlikely Hisame will even realize what is happening until those above her are turned to ash, and the blazing light of true lightning throws itself against her barrier, the raw fury of nature enhanced and directed by Procella in an attack that outshines her previous little sparks like a bonfire to a candle.