What began as nonsensical mumbling at the back of my mind swiftly transformed into the voices of my faction members. I was out of practice and unable to discern one person from the other, so I forcibly closed my eyes until their words faded entirely.
'Problem?' Asked Floop.
I shook my head. 'Nothing I can't handle.'
'Good, because I can't tackle all of these things at once.'
I watched as Floop teleported into the eye of the nearest tornado, and, suddenly, the relentless spiral winds were replaced by lengths of falling grey cloth. It was like the summon had lifted the veil from the storm to show that nothing was there.
If only that'd been the truth. Some Uvaaaru survivors had been blessed with enough of a warning, and so it warmed my heart to see more than a few energy barriers protruding from the surface. Of course, I also had the misfortune to witness the fates of those who hadn't been so lucky.
