Running through a storm was far harder than I'd first thought and I was quickly reminded as to why we'd stopped in the first place. It wasn't the cold or the rain that was the problem. It was the hail and the wind that was blowing at a strength that definitely made me agree with Zirani's guess that this was not a natural storm, not to mention the fact that the hail was shaped like tiny spikes.
Misty didn't seem to be having any trouble, but the same could not be said for Sandra and me. I'd had to form a bark gauntlet in my right hand then create a circular shield attached to it, which provided me some relief from the wind, but Sandra couldn't even do that. She simply ran behind Misty and me in hopes that she would get some protection.
