Crimson bolts shot from each clawed hand to converge on the surviving Firedrake, tumbling within the whirlwind. The arcane energy wove a cocoon around the gunship, isolating it from the hostile magic. In suddenly calm air, the rotors caught and the pilot regained control. Sato-Spider shifted the cocoon to shield the helicopter as it ran from the funnel, but though the crimson field could counter the effects of the magical wind it had not been configured to handle the storm’s response to losing its victim. Bolt after eye-searing bolt of flashing from the gathered thunderheads. Most missed the Firedrake, but enough struck to shatter it and send it burning toward the earth.