His eyes glowed whitish-green, and a strange mist of the same colour flowed from his tear ducts as he indulged in the old power. The storm clouds above reacted and began churning, eventually turning and spinning. Nearby griffons saw the movement and began putting distance between themselves and the emerging tempest. It was too late for some, who were zapped by one of over a dozen bolts of lightning that struck out, knocking the birds from the air. It wasn't enough to kill them, sadly. Thunder was holding back. If his erstwhile ally did not show up to allow him an easily covered escape, he'd need the majority of his power for a quicker but much dirtier getaway.