The clouds flowed and crashed against Thunder's body, washing over him and spreading throughout the festival grounds. All the while, the rain did not stop. Droplets of errant water sprayed him and the grounds, soaking tents and slowly flooding the place as Thunder literally brought the sky down on everypony's heads. The thick cumulous would provide him the cover he needed to get away. His sorcerous sight pierced the thick clouds as he made his way, distancing himself from the sounds of the griffons searching for him. It was a tad excessive, but it would hide him from the reinforcements that were doubtlessly heading his way. Killing them all would just waste more power.