The girls all scream as they’re flung away by the huge, expanding column of lightning that explodes from the mother of all skyward-firing staff beams. The cloud itself is no exception: a hole going straight up to the lovely sunny skies is carved open as well, the ‘passage’ so long it must be reaching the stratosphere by now. All while the lightning wave ripples through the cloud, reaching the ends of the system before it rebounds like a radar ping and causes lightning to criss-cross through the skyward opening like it’s the goddamn Death Star reactor. You feel the staff pulling on the monstrous cloud mass, causing the entire thing to spin around the cloud opening in a cyclonic fashion that you instantly recognize as the spin of either a hurricane or a tornado.