by Narrator » Tue May 19, 2015 7:59 pm
The man stares in confusion when his attacks is blocked and flails around when the winds whipping around him begin to pick him up. He doesn't seem like he's listening to what Nick is saying, instead he starts throwing aimless punches at the air currents around him. It's strangely effective, each punch infusing the winds with even more energy, making them burst out of the tight spiral and randomly lashing out. Here and there they rip into the office space and tear apart a monitor or shred a flimsy cubicle divider. Theresa can feel the effects but they are so super-charged and no longer part of any remotely normal weather behavior, it's hard to keep them reigned in.