The first crash had her up in an instant, and the cold just expedited the process.   Damn it was cold, her body definitely showed it, and before she was even able to get out of bed, it seemed as if a small storm had picked up in her house, and she could hear her downstairs getting absolutely demolished by what she suspected to be the same whipping breeze.  The sheets were ripped off her bed, exposing her entirely to the cold, as she jumped off the bed towards her weapons, gripping her shamshir and kukri right off the bat.<br/><br/>Not bothering to grab her armor, her house might not be standing if she took the time to don anything but the ring and amulet that she could easily slip on, Keela made her way through the flying debris and green and gold energized wind to her door.  From there, it was a straight shot down the stairs, and from there it was the main room where the blade, which Keela was<em>damn</em>sure was the cause of this whole fucking mess, would be laying, hopefully on the table that she prayed was still there.  As long as the thing didn't become a massive projectile, then she might be able to get there before the problem grew further.