"Dun... Don't worry." Hope said, the pain in her voice obvious. "I can make it so our plane won't be bothered by the hail. 's all in the mind's eye." she muttered, "Everything falls down, the center doesn't hold." she said as the sky darkened ominously, clouds spontaneously forming as the temperature plummetted. "Hail is nature's way of saying you've been naughty,"
"I wasn't asleep. I was unconscious." she grinned at the other woman. "Lotsa difference there. I hate being unconscious, everything's grey and you can't wake up." she looked in the direction of the Suburbans. "I don't like them," she added, pointing her hand. "They need to learn a lesson," she told Megan conversationally and her hand slashed downward. By the way she's talking, you can tell she's not exactly herself at the moment.
Exeedingly large hailstones began to fall at a rapid pace from the sky, concentrating in and around the suburbans, as they hit the ground, cars and whatever, they sound like small grenades in of themselves. You can hear the screams from here, as they are taken completely by surprise.
"Can we go home now?" she said, closing her eyes as the room once more spun in a rather neat figure eight, and she saw three Megans.
"Three of you? I can barely deal with one," she said to Star, her voice heavy with pain and exhaustion. "I hate spider demons. Soul stealers, mind readers. Blood drinkers, kill everyone you know, everyone you care for." she shook her head, regretting that movement almost immediately. "Couldn't let that happen. Toomany lives at stake. Know too much.... Viable Targets." you can tell she's barely holding on by a thread, keeping the hail up and going long enough for wren to get back with the survivors.